C252 The Court of Judgment

In the remote northeastern mountains of Unarith, Xuan Tong stood in a bamboo pavilion, a look of concern etched on his face. Beside him was an elderly man dressed in black robes. The word "bastard" was branded prominently on the left side of the old man's face, yet his expression was one of kindness and compassion. Such a mark was a relic of an old tradition in Unarith, long since abolished