Yan Bu'Er gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Ye Chen, even if I, Yan Bu'Er, have to exhaust my last drop of blood; even if I have to use my last breath, I will definitely take revenge. I want revenge!"
Yan Bu'Er's voice was loud, however, it was immediately blown back by the sea breeze. Yan Bu'Er gritted his teeth, welcoming the fresh air, the recent escape had drained him of his last bit of strength. He faced the sky, looking at the endless stars, amidst the starry points, ultimately unable to find his place in this night sky.
Is it life? Or death?!
No one knows, maybe everyone living in this world is destined by fate, when fate decides your death, you have to die. When fate decides your demise, you have to perish. However, how many can truly defy fate? Can everyone be like Ye Chen once was, stepping on colorful clouds, then wielding a sword to the sky and angrily declaring, "My fate is mine to control, not the heavens!"
