As Jiang Hui's voice fell, Shi Hao's eyes widened, and his breath quickened.
He had to admit, the words of the Master of Liu Village...broadened his horizons, completely unlike what the Willow God had taught him—it was as if he was being showed a brand new world.
However, these words also revitalized his confidence—at least he wasn't as depressed anymore.
He wasn't afraid of the lonely journey ahead nor the fact that no one could accompany him till the end.
When he stands at the pinnacle, he can relive the past, and the old friends can accompany him once again.
Especially...
Shi Hao had a strong feeling.
At the end, he might not be alone.
The people of Liu Village.
And the Master of Liu Village standing before him, who he could never fully comprehend...perhaps they would accompany him all the way.
Amidst the vast mountain ranges, the mountain breeze rustled, making Shi Hao's clothes flutter. He seemed to have made a major decision, and suddenly knelt in front of Jiang Hui: