"Your great-great-grandfather's ghost! I've been guarding this place for you at Tianyu for fifteen years, and you're just going to toss me aside and jog off to enjoy your happy life? Didn't we swear an oath together five years ago, have you forgotten that? Your great-great-grandfather's ghost!" The sleazy man fiercely spat on the ground.
Clearly, Nangong Shui's actions had left him feeling quite bitter.
"Five years, a full five years. I've been waiting for five years, I was supposed to be dead, and having lived another five years is enough," Nangong Shui's deep eyes gazed at the night sky with a grim smile.
After all the members of the Blazing Angel Organization had died, he hadn't seen his life as very important anymore; after all, his brothers were gone, and he had lived an extra five years, which he felt was more than enough.