"There is still hope for me," the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with an unknown emotion.
To be completely honest, the middle-aged man never expected someone to visit his Spiritual Space. After all, he had firsthand witnessed the destruction created by the impact that day. It was nothing short of a miracle that humans had survived and prospered.
The middle-aged man reminisced about the past, and suddenly a smile filled with bitterness appeared on his face.
Sigh! How hot-blooded and arrogant he had been in the past. Now look at him, stuck in such a godforsaken place. The middle-aged man shook his head to rid himself of these useless thoughts. It was pointless to think about the past.
He may have died, but his legacy must live on. The name of Rudolf Allheaven would not be forgotten.
With those thoughts, Rudolf's eyes flashed with a determined light, and he once again focused on the juniors present before him.
"Welcome, juniors."