Heroes Forced into a Corner

There was a table with an ancient lamp within a certain room. The table was made of black wood, and light flickered on its dark surface. The ancient lamp illuminated the back of a tall man who stood facing a wall. The mercilessness of time could be sensed from him in an intangible manner, along with loneliness. 

There was a very thick medicinal scent in the room. It gave off a faint feeling that the man was a hero who had been driven into a corner. 

When he heard the sound of footsteps that came one after another from the entrance, the tall man sighed and turned around to reveal an indifferent face belonging to someone who had experienced a lot in life. 

"I knew this day would come…"

A desolate, somber, and hoarse voice broke the silence in the house. The man's gaze landed on Lin Xiao, who appeared to be the person leading the group. He swept his gaze over the group of martial artists and put on a faint smile that showed longing and nostalgia.