Yang Yi considered himself someone who had experienced grand scenes, yet he felt he was still a rookie no matter what.
However, Yang Yi now truly realized something: experience couldn't be learned but had to be accumulated through one ordeal after another.
Compared to beasts like Wayne, who had clawed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Yang Yi discovered his own naivety. He thought he had concealed himself well, but in the eyes of the discerning, he felt utterly exposed.
At dinner time, Yang Yi went to the dining hall, and then he sat directly across from Zhang Yong.
"What's up?"
Zhang Yong looked up at Yang Yi and then continued to eat his dinner slowly and methodically.
"Why aren't you with your boys? What brings you here, something on your mind?"
Yang Yi kept staring at Zhang Yong, neither speaking nor moving.
"What's the matter?"
Yang Yi finally let out a sigh, then said in a low voice to Zhang Yong, "I regard you as my master."
