Deep within Yu Xiaogang's bloodshot eyes,
what was reflected was not the cold, hard stone pavement before him,
nor the hateful faces of the clan members around him, laughing at him without restraint.
The past came rushing back like a tide.
In his eyes, there was only his childhood self.
Back then, his small body had stood on this all-too-familiar street as well.
Enduring the cold stares and contempt of the entire clan!
At that time,
his youthful heart had been filled with magnificent dreams for the future.
He had imagined that through hard work,
he could carve out a world of his own in the world of Spirit Masters.
Bring new glory to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Change how others saw him.
Yet reality was like a merciless blunt knife.
Again and again, it cruelly crushed his dreams to pieces.
Every shattered hope, every mocking sneer! They were like heavy iron hammers, smashing fiercely into his heart.
Leaving behind scar after scar that could never be erased.
Time flowed swiftly, and decades passed in the blink of an eye.
He, Yu Xiaogang, had actually returned to that dark point in time once more.
The wheel of fate had mercilessly dragged him back to the beginning.
Pain and humiliation clung to him like inseparable Ghost Shadows, wrapping tightly around him. No matter how he struggled, he could never break free from those ever-present shackles.
Dragging his exhausted body along,
he returned in his wheelchair to this clan territory where he had once placed such high hopes, but where only despair remained now.
And he discovered sorrowfully that nothing had changed!
The clan members' discrimination remained. Their mockery remained. Their indifference remained.
So it turned out
he had never escaped that dark abyss where everyone despised him.
Yu Xiaogang's