"There was never such a person, nor will there be such a man in the future. Remembering heaven and earth through the ages, tears fall in his sorrowful loneliness." Chu Feng, in a passionate destestment of the world, declared, "Along the surging Eastern River, and throughout the vast world then and now, only I am truly sober. What a sad and dark feeling! I can only leave it up to my next life. My other persona is—the Dark Lord of the Afterlife!"
A sanguine bolt of lightning engulfed the geniuses. "@￥#%*..."
The distant battle-observers: "..."
Those who hated him wanted to curse him, and even the ones who were uninvolved were speechless.
The people, ears erect, waited for him to introduce himself and say exactly what his intents and purposes were. But it turned out this immoral bastard would desecrate the ancient words of the older generations by mentioning a Dark Lord of the Afterlife.
Afterlife, this definitely had to do with Lun Hui. This was true.
