The hole was even more ruined.
The various traces Xie Tian had struggled out here and left more than ten years ago were merely covered by a thin layer of dust laid down by time.
With a gentle sweep of his right hand, the dust scattered.
It was as if Xie Tian once more saw himself from that day, almost turned into a Rakshasa by Luo Yin.
Back then, he had been in the deepest agony.
Two Barons, one Viscount, plus the pursuit of countless Rakshasa elites under Emperor Luo Zhou's command…
And Baron Luo Yin, hidden in the dark, whose vicious ambush struck when he was utterly exhausted…
Xie Tian clenched his fist.
He would never tolerate becoming a Rakshasa.
Because the Rakshasa had killed his Majesty, killed his great‑grandmother, killed many of his companions, many of his elders.
But now he was mired in struggle.
