Yan Liqiang felt refreshed as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders when he left the White Dragon Temple and descended the mountain. He felt like he was walking on air and his mind was immediately as clear as the vast sky and the wide ocean.
Lately, the future catastrophe had been weighing down Yan Liqiang's heart like a boulder. He tossed and turned in his sleep every day, unable to rest well because he was thinking about how to deal with it or if there was anything he could do. Now that he made up his mind, all the pressure instantly vanished.
This time, Yan Liqiang decided to press his luck and gamble, regardless of love, hatred, emotions, justice, or simply because he wanted to shout at the top of his lungs at those ignorant people. One would never live life to the fullest until they went all out for once.