Nightfall
The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
The Jolly Dashing Wind Through Thousand Miles
Editor: Larbre Studio
Hengmu Liren's punch carried the massive power of Haotian. It pounded on Ning Que yet failed to kill him. He could not understand why. Ning Que was covered in blood and gashes were all over his body. Even his heart was apparently wounded. But he could still stand upright. Why?
The big black horse ran to Ning Que, lowered its head by his right hand and placed his arm over its neck to help him stand still. Ning Que stroked on its mane and assured that he was fine.
"I forgot the sequence of Lian Sheng's words. Whether it was to practice Buddhism before Devil's Doctrine or the other way round, they meant the same. Only the unbreakable vajra could stay away from the dust." Ning Que wiped off the blood stain on his Academy suit, looked at Hengmu Liren and said, "You seem to know me well. But you have no idea about what I have been cultivating on for the longest time."