The World
The Leader of the Slave Organisation, one of the most powerful and influential forces in the Qing Empire, now lay in ruins. The ashes of her own destruction were slowly covering her body.
The once-mighty Liu Rutin had met her demise at the hands of someone she had groomed herself. No one could have expected such an outcome.
In the next moment, the sound of hoarse breathing could be heard as a bald man approached her, dragging his exhausted body forward.
One of his legs was missing, so he had to use his spear for support. His body screamed at him to rest, but he wanted to confirm his enemy's death personally.
After years of torment, the fire of revenge burned at its brightest, and he wanted to see his enemy consumed by it.
As he crouched near Liu Rutin, a tired chuckle escaped his mouth. "Did you really think I wouldn't have a plan for your Nascent Soul?"