But his life had been a fulfilling one.
He had gone from being oppressed by the powerful, forced to draw his sword and retreat to the mountains, to raising the flag of rebellion to vie for the throne. In the end, he swept across the land and established a new dynasty.
The man was a legend.
In the history of this world, Shang Yin was certain to leave an indelible mark!
But the grief over Shang Yin's death did not linger for long throughout the realm.
As the Crown Prince took the throne and the new emperor began his reign, peace and prosperity returned to the Great Shang Dynasty.
On this day.
Xu Lei sat under a tree at Anchan Temple, watching the white clouds drift by.
He poured himself a drink from his flask, drinking alone.
"They died, one by one."
"I never thought... of all of them, I'd be the one to live the longest!"
Indeed, the people Xu Lei had grown close to in this life were nearly all dead.
