How many times had Lu Ye opened his eyes, hoping his grandfather was still there?
Even if he had always pressured him, placing hatred upon his young shoulders... at least in this world that was growing ever emptier and colder, he still had someone he could love.
Every time he woke, he was disappointed. Every time, he dreamed of it again.
Over the years, he had gone to many places in search, tried many methods. He thought he would pay any price, if only his grandfather could remain by his side...
Now, his wish had come true.
But he had never imagined it would be such a painful thing.
Some things he had clearly guessed long ago, things he had consoled himself over countless times. Yet at the moment the result was truly confirmed... he still discovered that he had never been ready.
How was he supposed to accept all this?
The person I should hate most is the person I love most.
Even a heart tempered a thousand times over could still feel pain!
He could not accept it. But at this moment, all he could recall were the countless times he had held his stance, the countless times he had thrown his fists.
After a brief silence, Lu Ye raised his fist. His face was like an autumn pool without a ripple; his punch was like an old donkey slowly turning a millstone, inching out in an unhurried blow...
The wind stilled, the clouds parted, and the entire bamboo grove bent northward!
The forces converging on this bamboo grove, whether Human Race or Demon Race, had no idea what was happening here, nor did they know they were nearing death.
Zhao Zi would not allow any living thing to witness the contact between Equality State and Lu Ye.