Xiao Yi has never been one to embrace despair.
These days, he has been in despair because he truly couldn't think of any solution.
Yet today, he suddenly thought of these two people in his life, and abruptly found clarity.
Simultaneously, he also thought of a solution.
No, in fact, he had thought of a solution long ago; he just wasn't certain.
At this moment, he was certain.
He emerged from despair with an air more confident than ever before.
His cultivation was gone, his body broken, yet Xiao Yi was still Xiao Yi.
His internal organs, limbs, bones, and muscles were all entangled with potent poison, extremely painful.
But his blood remained hot.
The hot blood continued to surge within him.
He didn't feel cold because this hot blood kept him warm.
He didn't feel the searing heat because this hot blood burned hotter than the blazing sun.
This fervor was for nothing else.
