Wang Chen froze for a moment.
He was half-reclining on the ground, thick dry grass spread beneath him. Looking up, he could see the face of the man beside him.
The man looked to be in his thirties or forties, broad-built and stern-featured. Yet his armor was riddled with gaps carved by blades, and a fresh wound marred his face, peeled flesh exposed in a frightening sight.
Clearly, this man had gone through a brutal battle and suffered grievous injuries.
Wang Chen was stunned because the person before him felt incredibly familiar, his name hovering on the tip of his tongue.
Yet he simply could not remember it, and his head throbbed fiercely!
"Young Master."
The man revealed a bitter smile and said, "Please forgive this subordinate's incompetence. I can only accompany you this far, Young Master."
His breath grew weaker and weaker. "The road ahead can only be walked by Young Master alone. May the Supreme Martial God protect you..."
Before he could finish, the man's head sagged despondently.
There was no sound from him again!
"No!"
Wang Chen sprang upright on instinct and reached out to support him.
But the moment his hand touched the man, the latter slumped limply to the ground.
Only then did Wang Chen see the short blade embedded in his back. Dark crimson blood had long since soaked through his armor.
Wang Chen went still.
Overwhelming grief and rage instantly engulfed him, nearly shattering his mind!
At the same time, countless memories flooded into Wang Chen's mind.
Vast and chaotic, yet incomparably vivid!
It took Wang Chen a full half hour to sort through this body's memories.
The person whose body he had possessed in this world was named Ling Zhiyuan. He had just turned fifteen this year and was the legitimate son