Hao Ren stood on the ground, as he looked at the two mountains that twisted around into pointy and layered canyons which seemed like thorns growing from the ground. It was as if earth had grown two horns and the changes in the serene landscape had shifted directly to hell.
The young man was about to leave, when he heard a faint groan. He frowned and looked at the body of Ank, the old guardian of the Fortune Dynasty. The old man survived but only for a little bit longer. His death was imminent. Hao Ren raised his brow and said, "I did not expect you to hold on. You are strong."
Ank looked at Hao Ren and said, "I am not. Just one move, and you ended all the hard work I did throughout my life. How am I strong?"
