He walked with steady steps, a rhythmic pace. Although his hair and clothes were dusty and he looked somewhat disheveled, his eyes still shone brightly with determination.,He clenched his fists, remembering the stormy night. It was his tenth birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy and happiness as always. But on that very day, he lost everything. Even the very essence of his martial arts lineage was ripped away from him.,Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. He Huimin, who was sitting on the sofa, turned her head and looked over. Her eyes lit up instantly.。