From birth, Yan Luo Yu understood a truth: being a child without parents meant your life was less valued than wild grass, all the pleasures other children took for granted, he had to fight for with his life.
Since joining the Taibao Gang, over the years he had gone through countless battles where he had disregarded his own life. Someone once asked him if his recklessness stemmed from a fearlessness of death, to which he just laughed. What could someone like him possibly lose? Life was all he had, if someone fancied it, they could take it.
Yan Luo Yu, who had gladly accepted the task of scouting the Wuyi Sect, returned to his tent with an unchanged expression. He stirred no one and lay back down on his own bed.
Tomorrow, he would register to go to Hui Ling Mountain with Tong Dali and Tong Hu, so tonight he needed a good rest!
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There is no longer road than the journey by foot, no higher mountain than the one climbed.
