Just as Yin Li finished speaking, an annoyed voice came from behind a screen in the distance.
"When did I ever make an enemy of the world?"
Following the voice, they saw Li Qingming walking towards them with his hands in his pockets, a slight chest-swell, and a pale face, his steps somewhat weak.
"Becoming an enemy does not necessarily stem from hatred, but from importance, just like I wouldn't consider a fly a nemesis, it's impossible for me to have the desire to battle the world," he said evenly, moving to stand before Shi Ziqiang's corpse, appreciating the final form of the blood skeleton, and finally letting out a slight sigh, "But I admit, Shi Ziqiang was a worthy enemy. He almost killed me at the start and forced me to lie early on. To defeat him purely just once, I even got carried away with hiding. Too bad I couldn't stay hidden until the end, but he didn't discover me either, hmm… let's call it a draw."
