"Sun falls, and the moon rises"
'With this flesh of mine, I symbolize the stars"
Murmuring a poem he had read a long time ago, Ye Tian stuck his head out of a black jeep as he felt the wind press against his skin
A few minutes had passed since he disbanded his sect members sending them back to their various posts and homes
And right now, he was currently being driven back to his house.
"Hey Lei Guang, what do you think about everything that happened today?"
"I'm sure you didn't expect such a situation to happen when you got up from bed today?" said Ye Tian
Still embracing the oncoming wind and admiring the night sky, Ye Tian spoke to the driver in front
a middle-aged man, with a low cut and a scar running across his right cheek.
Coupled with the fact that the light in his right eye had gone dim, and the stubble all over his face, he seemed to symbolize the stereotypical gangster look
