Kapitel 145: 135, looking back

Thousands of images flashed through his mind.

The breeze scattered the fog, enveloping Shen Yanqing's clothes as they clung to his body, and only then did he notice his clothes were already drenched in sweat.

He stood dumbfounded, suddenly remembering the cave from his childhood training, and the tall, majestic statue of the God of Agriculture within.

He had envied that god countless times: powerful, glorious, even in fall, still an existence he could never reach.

After learning that he was the master Sangmo had always longed for, Shen Yanqing's jealousy drove him to insanity.

He stood in the light, fragrant as sweet orchid, while he was just a lowly imitation basking in his brilliance, briefly treasured in the palms of others.

One day, the imitation was suddenly exposed, and someone loudly questioned, "Why do you wear his appearance, do you, a Fox Demon, deserve it?"

And then he was viciously kicked into a stinking ditch.