"Fifteen years have passed..."
Lin Yue sighed, turning his hand to produce a jug of wine, slowly pouring it down.
—This was his grandfather's favorite wine when he was alive.
The wine shattered in the air, falling like drizzling rain.
When the jug was entirely emptied, Lin Yue stood quietly in mid-air, slowly closing his eyes, silently feeling the change of emotions in his heart.
The direction of his Dao Heart was to break free from the cage, to escape the shackles, and not be troubled by hatred, hindered by external enemies, nor pressured by power... At this moment, the long-held hatred in his life was resolved, and his Dao Heart naturally underwent a remarkable transformation.
A great cultivator, yet his enemy was an invincible prince just below the level of a proving Dao powerhouse. What a heavy shackle was this? And how firm a cage was it?
Such a cage, such shackles, were impossible to break free from with just the body of a great cultivator.
But...
