"Day One... I'm really sick of living... I've been sick of it for ages. You can stop hitting me. Just kill me with one slash..." Li Qinghe's face was twisted with frustration, and he muttered as if he were constipated and unable to shit.
"What happened, exactly? Don't give me that nonsense. You're not just a grandfather anymore, are you? Great-grandfather and all that already have children calling them that, don't they? It's not as if anyone's making you stay home every day and play the family clown. If you're unhappy, you can turn into a stone statue and flee to some distant land. No one would blame you for sleeping there undisturbed for thousands or tens of thousands of years. And yet you went and killed yourself!?" I raised my hand, preparing to give him another two slaps to wake him up.
Li Qinghe did not even try to block me. Instead, he thrust his face forward.
"I'll say, you've got the nerve to take my slaps, but not the guts to explain yourself?" I angrily clasped my hands behind my back.
Li Qinghe gritted his teeth and said, "Day One, I just don't want to live anymore! There's no meaning in being alive. I was already dead, so why did you drag me back out!?"
"Heh. To drag you back, I had to reset your Dao Foundation of Proving the Dao! And now you're telling me this?" After I finished speaking, I swept out my hand. A cloud of smoke transformed into scene after scene, rapidly displaying everything he had experienced after his rebirth.
Li Qinghe watched the layers of hardship he had endured after reincarnation—some sorrowful, some filled with lingering attachment, and some involving the separation of flesh and blood. Taken as a whole, his life had