He Yu

Time rewound to not long before.

In a certain cluttered alley, Wu Yiyu had left an inconspicuous mark on a corner of the wall.

The mark was shaped like a forked branch. At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a scratch someone had left by accident, or perhaps a trace carved by wind and rain.

A slender figure wrapped in a black robe passed through the alley, footsteps light and drifting. When the figure passed the mark, there was not the slightest pause.

But after turning a few corners with practiced ease, the person naturally passed near the small courtyard where Wu Yiyu lived.

As expected, from far away, the person sensed faint ripples of battle.

No watching, no curiosity, no pause.

The person simply walked on.

As if wholly unrelated to any of this, and entirely unconcerned.

But not long afterward.

Green lines of fire suddenly flared across the inconspicuous mark on the corner of that alley.

The eerie green flames swept over the entire pattern in an instant!

At the same time, Wu Yiyu, in the courtyard, was suddenly seized by an indescribable emotion.

Resentment, unwillingness, fear—a gathering of all kinds of negativity.

A powerful urge to destroy himself rose within him, making him no longer want to live.

He wanted to die!

He wanted to die so badly!

At that moment, the scenes of his life did not replay in his mind.

He merely remembered a few things, some utterly trivial things.

That was a long time ago...

That old man had said something about how, in dealing with people and affairs, it was better to be a fool.

And something about how a physician sought only one cure, while wealth and fame were not what he desired.

And something about how the two words