For the first sixteen years of his life, Yan Tingfeng hated this world.
He hated that his parents were taken from him, and he hated that he couldn't have a joyful childhood like other children.
He hated even more that he was forced into the Jianghu at an early age, leaving only a bloodstained path in his life.
Killing, killing, and more killing!
Sometimes, Yan Tingfeng was utterly confused, not knowing what else he could do besides kill.
But now, in the midst of Shenzhou's greatest crisis, he heard the long-lost sound of his heartbeat.
This world indeed had people he hated, but also people he loved.
How could he possibly flee alone, leaving Shenzhou to become the Black and White Ghost Realm?
"Send the order, let the nine lords gather our forces and join the side of the Imperial Court," Yan Tingfeng ordered calmly, "Buy me some time."
