บท 1811: A Few Attacks Remaining

Zhou Linfan remembered the days of the past when he sat with his mother as she taught him how to cultivate. He remembered playing games with his brothers and sisters, all of whom let him win. He remembered talking to his father who promised him that he would one day become a great person.

Those days were destroyed as the Emperor executed his father and then called for the deaths of every one of his family.

Within just a month, everyone and everything that he held dear to his heart was dead and everyone smiled for it.

There was no meaning to their deaths, no reason for them to lose their lives. And they had, and it had all happened because of the man in front of him.

Long had he awaited for this moment. Long had he prepared in silence, waiting for the day he got to kill this man.

The day was finally here, and Lin Xiaojing, as he was named at birth, would not let it go ever again.