"It's always like this... narrowly escaping death all the way, stumbling to become a Saint, and every time disaster strikes, only able to place hope in others, always waiting to be saved..."
Li Ya looked at Ji, feeling a deep sense of unease.
He admired Ji's fighting spirit, and hated his own weakness.
He had worked so hard, never daring to slack, yet he could never get the chance to be the Savior.
Perhaps this was his fate.
Li Ya felt bitter in his heart, but for some reason, when he thought of Gu An, the suffocation in his heart instantly disappeared.
Why was he not satisfied?
So many old friends had already descended to the Netherworld, yet he had become a Saint, which was already the greatest fortune.
Thinking of this, Li Ya's eyes became resolute, no longer wallowing in self-pity. He watched Ji slowly straighten his posture, and fighting spirit surged in his heart.
He couldn't sit still waiting for death!
