บท 74: The Flames of Wrath and the Concealed Blade

At the age of eight, Fang Xing had nearly been beheaded.

In fact, he had been at the execution ground with the executioner holding his blade ready. Fang Xing was shivering as he screamed out, “Some people return eighteen years later[1]! I… after I reincarnate, you’ll see me the moment I can run!”

When the blade was just about to touch Fang Xing’s neck, his first uncle arrived with men from Guiyan Valley, saving Fang Xing mere inches from death.

‘What had my emotions been at that time?’ Fang Xing seemed to forget all about the scroll as his mind began to wander.

It had been fear….

Although the person in the [Decapitation’s Portrayal] felt every shade of emotion except fear, it was fear that stood out the most in Fang Xing’s recollection. No one is able to not feel fear at such times, and Fang Xing had been so proud at simply not wetting himself that it eventually became something he boasted about within the valley while everyone looked on in admiration.