"Remember at all times, we of the Celestial Defect Sect are the true rulers, just biding our time right now.
From today onwards, forget your original name. Your surname is now Zheng, and your name is Zheng Zhentian, meaning to restore the Celestial Defect Sect, understand?"
In the dim, damp room, Zheng Wei looked down at the boy with an indisputable tone.
The boy, newly named Zhentian, nodded mechanically and replied, "Understood, I am Zheng Zhentian, to restore the Celestial Defect Sect."
"Good!" Zheng Wei nodded in satisfaction, taking a white candle from his pocket.
"Pa!"
The lighter lit the candle, making the room much brighter.
At this moment, Zheng Zhentian suddenly noticed there was a little boy in the corner!
The other boy seemed to be around his age, hands tied behind him, mouth taped shut, and though his clothes were intact, the fabric was faded.
Simply put, the little boy was not from a wealthy family.
