Fan Wushu could not sleep peacefully through many long nights.
He could always recall the scene of Ge Fei being crushed into a Fei Beast before his eyes. He recalled that figure woven of light sweeping across the sky, stealing the blaze of the sun, leaving all of Yining City obscured beneath the hem of its radiant robes.
Of course, he could never forget that question—
"What kind of 'principle' is the 'principle' in Li Kingdom?"
For many years, he had understood that character as "reason" or "ideal," choosing the safer answer between the two.
What he had always avoided, yet always known deep down, was this—
Among the three characters of Equality State—"public," "righteousness," and "principle"—the one representing "principle" was... King Zhao himself!
How could an absolute powerhouse like King Zhao, standing at the pinnacle of the present world, a madman daring to wage war against the Present World Order, possibly linger in tiny Yining City and cast such a weighty gaze upon the insignificant Fan Wushu?
Perhaps it had been... a distant invitation.
Now, Fan Wushu was the very model of a prodigal son returning to the right path, a legendary tale in Yining City that inspired countless people.
He had achieved results never before seen since Li Kingdom's founding—the top eight of the Yellow River Assembly.
He had also overwhelmed Duan Sigu to become the strongest person in Li Kingdom today. He was, in effect, Li Kingdom's Pillar Minister, surpassing his dead father in both noble rank and official position.
But many years ago, things had not been so.
Many people knew that before the age of fifteen, the pampered young master of the Fan Clan had been ignorant and incompetent, idle and dissolute. He spent every day haunting pleasure houses, either flying hawks and fighting dogs