"Everyone in the world admires the power of Shi Feng's lineage, but they don't know how much bloodshed and assassination lies behind this majestic identity of slaying demons for heaven."
"Then what should you do?" Lord Baiyu, who was regarded as the supreme destiny, looked down at him with compassion in his eyes.
"If destiny tells me to be trapped here and die, then I can only go with the flow..." Xie Song's smile was fierce, "It's a reversal of destiny."
Unexpectedly, Xie Song, who was still struggling in the extreme northern ice field one second and making harsh words, would suddenly become a young disciple of Shi Feng who went down the mountain to slay demons fifty years later.
The wilted young disciple Xie was about to burst into tears. He had just finished bragging and hadn't even started yet!
I've read too many articles about frustration/grievance, so I wanted to write it myself for fun. Entertainment writing.
Mission: Seeking common ground while reserving differences, world peace