As expected... was it still too much to ask?
In the cold, bleak prison,
Lu Jingtian let out a slow sigh.
“Hey, kid! As a descendant of the Age of Heroes, if this is all the courage and resolve you have, you don't deserve to live in this world!”
“Who are you?” Lu Jingtian raised his head, a flicker of wariness passing through his eyes.
“You're descended from Lord Yuan and Lord Dong, yet you act so recklessly. How can you become a warlord in this chaotic age?”
“I want to grow stronger! I want to protect my sister! I want to fight my way through Soul Street!” Lu Jingtian's fury seemed to reach its limit as blood kept flowing from between his fingers.
“Hahahahaha! Good! Excellent! Now that's my lord, the one I've been waiting for! Let me, Gao Shun, be your stepping stone, so you can build your dynasty of heroes on my shoulders!”
