The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple over the serene Mountain Lake Village. Within the inner courtyard of a modest manor, the rhythmic clang of training spears echoed, a familiar sound to its inhabitants.

Ten-year-old Zhu Wushang, nimble and quick, danced around his father, Zhu Songtian, a burly man with a booming laugh. Their mock battle, a daily ritual, was usually a display of the man's power overwhelming the boy's nascent skill. Today, however, was different. Wushang, with an uncanny foresight, countered every move, his spear a blur, forcing his father to retreat.

"Haha! Gotcha!" Wushang's shout pierced the air as he expertly disarmed his father, his movements precise and practiced. But before his spear could land its final, mock blow, a surge of spiritual qi erupted from Zhu Songtian, sending Wushang sprawling through the air and out of the training ground.

"Uwaaaaaah!" he cried, landing with a thump. Zhu Songtian's laughter, loud and boisterous, filled the courtyard. "GyaHahahaha! You’re naive, son! Even if you are a heaven-defying genius, you can’t use spiritual qi yet, and don’t expect the opponent to always keep their words!"

Wushang picked himself up, shaking his head, a sulky glare fixed on his father. Just then, a sweet yet chilling voice cut through the air. "Oh? Do you happy that you could win a mock battle with our son by cheating?" His mother, Zhu Yinbing, with her striking light blue hair, emerged, a cold smile on her face, the air around her dropping several degrees. Wushang sighed, a helpless expression on his face. This was a familiar scene.