Zhou Shixiong clutched his chest, the scar there serving as the best proof. "A few years ago, in the Qingshan of Dao City, if it hadn't been for my two saviors, I'd probably be a pile of white bones by now."
He had thought that massive mountain would be his final resting place. Unexpectedly, he met noble benefactors who not only treated his wounds but also gifted him excellent medicine, narrowly snatching his life back from the hands of King Yama.
All these years, he had been inquiring about his saviors. Now that he had finally found them, he would repay this debt of gratitude no matter what.
Empress Zhou naturally knew about that incident. Back then, in order to return and deliver military intelligence, her brother had been besieged and hunted down all along the way.
