Chapter 59: The Da Yan Imperial Palace Built on the Ruins of Jiguang

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The young boy faced the blade, expressionless and extremely numb, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

The blood dripped down, but it seemed to fall not into the wine bowl, but onto Chen Qing's face.

In the understanding of this world, wasn't he also considered an abnormal person?

Perhaps one day, he too would be pierced by massive chains through his shoulder blades, hung in the dark depths where no light shone, with people coming daily with Gu to ask him how to enhance.

To grow old like this, to be so numb, to wait for death.

An inexplicable surge of immense anger and unwillingness rose in his heart, like a wildfire.

He shook his head.

Anger, he thought, was the most useless thing.

He reached out and scooped up a handful of snow, seriously wiping his hands.

The sword had just returned to its sheath, and yet again he met injustice.

This sword was difficult to contain!