Gu Jianlin had imagined countless scenarios of encountering that monster again, yet never thought it would be here. A year later, he once again caught the scent of the storm burning, hearing the sharp sound of tires screeching on the ground, and the earth-shattering feeling of a truck colliding head-on.
The yellowed painting was swept by the wind, falling into the vermilion flames, burning to ashes.
He thought he would be fierce and wrathful like a lion, but unexpectedly he was remarkably calm.
He could even say, "Long time no see."
Indeed, it has been a long time.
That was the target he pursued ever since entering the world of Ascenders, honing himself through countless tests of life and death, just so he could stand before it with sword in hand someday.
Just like now.
Snap.
A pebble crushed underfoot.
