Disciple of Dust

I hope you all will join me in returning to a little over twenty years ago to see how the male lead rides the rapid, diverse changes of the era, making use of every opportunity and turning circumstances to his advantage. He remakes himself, toys with human nature, and finds a path guided by the laws of wisdom. He is cunning, dark, and evil, but he never bullies the weak. The male lead is based on an elder I know. His illustrious yet bizarre life was full of drama and deserves to be told. I hope you'll show your support! Twenty-seven years of life experience and understanding have taught Liu Yanxing that prison is an “ivory tower,” and naturally, a place for people. What he never expected was that this “ivory tower” would contain so many people and things that defied easy labels. As a result, life in prison wasn't all that dreary. When he walked through the prison gates, a faint smile showed beneath his fair skin, yet his insides still trembled. It was a feeling he would never forget for the rest of his life. Liu Yanxing had been sentenced to three years, but served only two and a half. He was released early for good behavior. More than nine hundred days and nights had passed, and he was about to turn thirty. Both people and things had changed quite a bit. Liu Yanxing walked out of the prison gates. No one was waiting for him because he hadn't told anyone, yet a car was there all the same. The road ahead was mysterious and unpredictable, but his expression was calm.