Zhao Rong felt that this might be the last time in his life that he could stand strong in front of Gui.
In fact, just an incense stick ago, in that small bamboo forest courtyard where the bamboo leaves had all fallen, he should have died.
Yet surprisingly, due to a small 'accident', he had lived to reach this point.
Is this the protagonist's privilege? I finally got a taste of this kind of treatment? But... can't I get the full package, like heavenly soldiers descending to take away that old tormentor behind me?
At this moment, Zhao Rong, in a half-bloodied garment, was supporting his sword with one arm, laughing and panting, as he sprinted alone through the dark and oppressive tomb passage.
Not long ago, he told Gui that he wanted to live.
Yet now, Zhao Rong was in the solemn imperial mausoleum where the Emperor of Great Li had just been interred.
