Although he didn't know what else he had to offer in exchange.
This world is prepared for geniuses.
All the light in this world is for those with power and influence to enjoy.
What right does a waste like him have to talk extravagantly about love and hate?
What of the vengeance for his father's death?
What is it if he begs for mercy like a dog?
What if he sells his pride, sells his soul, endures pain, sacrifices his body... so what?
This world has countless doors, with countless wonders behind them. Yet none have ever opened for him.
He walked out in a daze.
Not knowing where to go.
Suddenly, a hand rested on his shoulder, stopping his steps.
He turned his head and saw only Wang Changji's calm profile.
He himself didn't know why, but tears rolled down his face.
Wang Changji didn't look at him, only kept a hand on his shoulder, standing beside him, facing Jiang Wang.
