"I have no feelings towards the Zhao Family."
Clutching her spear, Zhao Yun stood on the mound, looking towards Anshan not far away, she softly said, "I grew up in Beiliang, raised by the old scholar and Auntie Zhang. Although Zhao Xin is said to be my father, he didn't want me to have anything to do with the Zhao Family from the start, to be exposed to this place which he detested. Since my mother's death, he hasn't been the same general anymore, just a mere son-in-law living in a corner, barely scraping by."
"Zhao Xin told me that my talents should not be wasted on this doomed land, and he did not want the same tragedy that befell him to repeat itself on me. Therefore, he kept me away from the Zhao Family, rarely ever mentioning me, his eldest daughter, outside. He trained me in martial arts to inherit the spirit of antiquity, to learn the Zhao Family's spear techniques, just so I could leave the Zhao Family forever, but now... I can't find him."