In a land where everyone could be cruel and murderous,
The deities had granted a lifelong punishment to those who begged for forgiveness,
How can it be so horrendous?
When the blame could not be helpless?
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Wang Qing Long continued to step up and Xiaojun felt the intensity of ringing in his ears. It was deafening like it had something to do with the entangled fates that were happening. Wang Qing Long looked at his body and he knew that it was coming from him.
"You need to go back...," these words played through Xiaojun's head, but he couldn't seem to know what that means. He knelt down suddenly while losing the daze in his mind. His vision became blurry once again as Ming Jue, the woman that was coursing him about something that he didn't know, and gripped his arm.
