It struggled with all its might, trying to use its power to stir up the darkest wickedness and evil thoughts in this person's heart. This was its specialty. Every person had a dark side—so what if he was a heaven-blessed prodigy? Wen Chishan had once been Bitter Crossing Temple's Buddhist Son, yet now he was still at its beck and call!
Let it see what this heaven-blessed prodigy was—
Heh heh, sure enough, he was no kind-hearted, righteous soul. Once it lured him in, what did it matter if he had a weapon capable of dealing with it? So long as it was given one fleeting instant, it could escape and rise again from the ashes!
Yet Wen Xu seemed to sense something and suddenly laughed. "Don't waste your effort. I won't let go."
He truly was not an open and upright man, nor did he possess any awe-inspiring sense of righteousness. In the past, he had had nothing he cared about. Now, there were not many people he cared about either, but at least his heart no longer wandered.
Ever since his birth, he seemed to have been searching for a place where his heart could settle. After searching all these years, he had finally found it. How could he be willing to cast it aside? How could he let go? Behind him stood Chunchou and Chen Zui, his master and Yonglu Mountain. He would absolutely not let go!
"If you want to escape, then step over my corpse!"
Those bitter hardships of the past, that pain and weakness, that resentment and injustice, that unfairness of fate—he truly cared about them, and perhaps he would continue to brood over them in the future. But he knew what mattered most. Everyone in this world, even a gust of wind, needed