Hearing the elder's words, an inexplicable emotion welled up in Cheng Zongyang's heart. He looked at his exhausted kin around him, then gazed off into the distant horizon.
"Is it simply the strong preying on the weak?"
In the day-to-day grind of mining, Cheng Zongyang, his companions, and his younger brothers continued to grow up. Cheng Zongyang also used the physical labor to temper his Power.
But one day, when Cheng Zongyang's father saw a close clansman beaten bloody and left on the verge of death by a Human Race overseer, the Ape Father could no longer hold back and stepped forward to help.
Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in the Human Race overseer's eyes, and the whip in his hand lashed out toward the Ape Father like a venomous snake. Time and time again, the whip struck. The Ape Father's body was instantly covered in bloody welts, yet he did not fight back. He simply endured it in silence.
