Not daring to light up even the smallest of fires for fear that it would draw the attention of the blood fiend sect devil cultivators and deep down Fang Yang knew the source of all his problems.
It wasn't the Corpse Ghost sect, It wasn't even the Blood Fiend Sect, it was himself, his very own weakness.
In this world it was dog eat dog. You have to be ruthless to others otherwise someone will use that same ruthlessness on you.
And the biggest sin in this world was weakness.
It's because he was weak that he was being chased.
It's because he was so weak that he couldn't even afford the most basic human decency of safe shelter.
So every night for the two weeks that Fang Yang lay in the forest hiding in the dirt not daring to breathe, there was only one desperate cry ringing in his mind.
'Strength. I must get stronger no matter the cost!'
