Constrained at every turn, Liu Yuanhua couldn't help but feel disheartened.
The hardest thing for him to accept was that Cao Yingxiong was merely a Loose Cultivator, while he himself had the backing of a Noble Family!
In comparison, the advantage should have been his! But...
However, none of that mattered anymore. Cao Yingxiong was dead.
They had competed for the better part of their lives. Now, with Cao Yingxiong's death, he felt an emptiness inside.
Liu Yuanhua slumped into the large chair, utterly at a loss.
A long, long time passed before Liu Yuanhua gradually came to his senses.
A person's death is like a lamp being extinguished. No matter how magnificent someone was in life, they were now just gone with the wind. Some people's journeys are short, others' are long. He had been overshadowed by Cao Yingxiong for most of his life and had thought it would always be that way. But Cao Yingxiong was dead, his journey cut short.
