Lord of the Spiritual Vault

The rain in Qingwu Town always carries a dampness and coldness that cannot be broken away. Lin Ye squatted under the old locust tree in the corner of his yard, fingertips unconsciously poking at the wet soil. The thirteen-year-old boy was thin, and his coarse short coat was soaked by the rain, sticking to his back and making him feel bitingly cold. However, he seemed not to notice, and his eyes were fixed on the struggling beetle in the soil. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.