Jianghu Ruffian

Once he understood Old Lord's Eyebrow's intentions, he could vaguely grasp the path he had carved out.

The most important thing about himself wasn't the Great Heavenly Duke General's dharma image. Once he understood his lifespan, he also understood that he had cultivated this dharma image himself. It had been with him from birth, so how could anyone truly take it away?

Everything had only just begun. He had only just set foot on the threshold of this path.

That was why he admired Old Lord's Eyebrow. The man could clearly have possessed him outright and left that path fully intact within him.

But instead, the man had merely given him this gift, leaving him the choice of how to set foot on that path—and whether to cross that threshold at all...

...He had waited for him to make that decision once his mind had cleared.

A subtle stir even rose in his heart. For a moment, Hu Ma could hardly describe what this intangible shock was...

...Was this the most precious thing a Reincarnator could possess?

Twenty years ago, Old Lord's Eyebrow had decided to show respect to a baby who knew nothing.

Ever since the Nine Pillar Incense had been lit, Hu Ma had never once felt his body as heavy as it did now.

But when he looked at this world, everything seemed weightless.

In the distance, countless troops still surged, heads bobbing. King Panshan was so afraid that he had summoned his entire army—tens of thousands of soldiers. Just galloping across this battlefield, they carried a fearsome might enough to make one's heart split with terror.

Not to mention the distant gates of Niuxin City, which had begun to open. Soldiers were charging out.

Where the eye could not reach, in the shadows and darkness, who