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Chapter 145
A hint of reminiscence floated in Qinchuan's eyes.
In his life, though he had lived endless years, he had few true confidants.
Qinchuan sighed softly in his heart. Prison Mountain Great Emperor... that guy could be considered one, I suppose.
The image of that fellow unconsciously surfaced in front of his eyes.
That fellow, unrestrained and unruly, unmatched in his tyranny, once suppressed the Wan Clans single-handedly so that none could stand tall, truly a mythical existence at the pinnacle of Martial Arts.
When Qinchuan ventured into the world, he encountered him by chance. At that time, both of them seemed accustomed to the loneliness that came from standing high, transforming to descend into the mundane world, to experience the myriad facets of life.
One a drunkard who cherished alcohol as his life.
The other a secular private school's lecturing master.
Whether it was fate's arrangement or not.