"I was already sixty years old at the time, and could live for at most twenty more years. Having lost that decisive battle, even if I were to start over, I could never return to my peak, especially since I had been captured alive."
Luo Hou's tone carried a touch of poignancy.
Lin Yuan listened quietly.
"Yet, my great enemy seemed unwilling for me to die comfortably. Surprisingly, he didn't kill me but imprisoned me, torturing me daily."
"Actually, this wasn't any different from directly killing me. At that time, I was completely despondent, just an ordinary being, a sixty-year-old man with declining vitality, spirit, and energy, and imprisoned. To be frank, I had planned to end it all, start anew in a fresh cycle, and escape the final humiliation."
Luo Hou looked at Lin Yuan and said, "But at the brink of suicide, I suddenly realized that for individuals like us, mere humiliation means nothing. As long as we are alive, as long as the ordeal hasn't ended, there is still hope."
