Chen Zilong was framed and killed by his enemies, who wanted the sole legacy he carried!
When his best friend took off the mask he’d been wearing, Chen Zilong’s heart turned to ash.
When the person he loved most cast a death barrier over him, his heart was torn to shreds.
“What a perfect way to destroy someone inside and out. Zhuang Han, I admit I lost completely, but not to you. I lost to my own eyes.”
Zhuang Han crouched down,
ready to pick up the legacy scroll soaked in blood in Chen Zilong’s hand.
But the scroll suddenly turned into specks of golden light and burrowed into Chen Zilong’s body.
Then Chen Zilong’s corpse turned into a streak of white light and vanished.
“No...”
Zhuang Han let out a furious, despairing roar.
