Wei Zhengdao?
"Is he... still not dead?"
If Wei Zhengdao wasn't dead, Li Zhiyuan would be quite disappointed.
Because all those guys he'd seen who achieved an existence beyond human limits had without exception become neither human nor ghost.
The one in the Wanjiang Underground Palace, Yu Xuzi from Zhengmen Village, including the "it" now speaking with him, all turned out like that.
As a young man, he read Wei Zhengdao's books and enjoyed the style reflected between the words.
This was a very narcissistic guy, unrestrained by rules and fond of daringly edging at the brink of taboos.
Li Zhiyuan would never admit to admiring him, but he couldn't deny that he really appreciated him.
He was willing to dig step by step into Wei Zhengdao's story, explore his traces, and uncover his life.
Yet as a young man, he didn't wish to see him still alive, living humbly and filthily twisted.
He should be dead, a normal death, which would make him the perfect Wei Zhengdao.
