A person, someone who never cares about the world of others.
Such a person lives in their own world, with, and only with, themselves.
Ji Wu was once such a person, but now, there is another person in his world.
This person is not his woman, but his younger brother.
His younger brother, or perhaps it can be said, his older brother—Wu Ji.
Fate is always unpredictable, especially the fate of a cultivator, even more so. Sometimes you want to die but cannot, and sometimes you want to live, but cannot.
In this world, what other kind of helplessness can surpass this?
"Brother, are you speaking the truth? If so, do you really not wish to live, but to die?"
Ji Wu sighed deeply, as if in an instant, he had aged considerably.
The expression on his face still lingered with shock, but after the shock, there was much more desolation and bitterness.
When he asked those words, he suddenly understood.
