Qin Liffei Was Finished

Qin Liffei Was Finished

Qin Liffei had always wondered whether people truly looked back on their lives when they died.

It turned out they did.

Everything felt like a lifetime ago.

He saw so, so much.

The self who had been a prodigy from the moment he was born, the self who had received boundless love and adoration from birth.

The self who always had someone to clean up his messes no matter what he did wrong.

The self who was mocked wherever he went, only for them all to lower their heads and apologize to him in the end.

Those who had loved him, those who had cared for him, those who had braved life and death with him, those who had hated him to the bone, those he had tricked to their deaths.

They all flashed before his eyes.

He recalled how, when he first embarked upon the martial path, he had cut through everything like a hot knife through butter.

At merely fifteen, he had entered the Martial Prime realm. Few youngsters beyond the borders could contend with him.

His combat power had stunned everyone of his generation.

At twenty, he had dared to venture into a land of life and death, fighting bloodily before breaking from his cocoon and being reborn.

He had fought powerful opponents across realms and had never once been defeated.

He had seized fortuitous opportunities and gotten to know countless great figures.

With one raised arm, countless people had answered his call.

What glory!

Now, it was all empty talk.

Once the body perished, all splendor vanished, like withered bones left in a grave.

The colors faded from before Qin Liffei's eyes. With nothing left to support him, he collapsed to the ground while holding Haili.

The talented Young Master of Dragon