Looking at the impassioned Ye Zhen, a figure seemed to appear before Jian Qianxiong's eyes. Once, that figure was also full of fervor, brandishing his sword to cut down injustice!
Just like Ye Zhen, filled with blood and Qi, perhaps even more fervent, once in a single night, he traveled thousands of miles to execute thirteen corrupt officials.
As for later, that shadow gradually faded into the crowd, becoming the Immortal Master who held the power over life and death of mortals from above, and that shadow completely fell silent.
Today, because of Ye Zhen, the shadow buried deep in Jian Qianxiong's heart showed signs of revival. Once, that young man who brandished his sword to cut down corrupt officials was him, Jian Qianxiong!
"I'm old. Watching you, I realize that I have truly grown old. As people age, their hearts grow old too!" Jian Qianxiong suddenly sighed, and suddenly a bit of duskiness surrounded him.
