"Such despicable tactics!"
Li Xiangping's long hair scattered, revealing sparse white hairs. He had lived to the age where ordinary farmers would be enjoying their grandchildren, never having suffered much injustice in his life. Now, the only thing he couldn't stop worrying about was the Li Family, surviving among the cracks of numerous powers.
Dense black qi emerged from the void, melting his gray-black eyes, withering his body. Li Xiangping coughed up a mouthful of black blood from his throat and hoarsely said,
"In this life, I have already lived a full one!"
Flashbacks of countless scenes flashed through his mind, finally slowly settling on a meandering river, where a young boy, having caught a green fish, curiously lifted up a tattered and ash-gray Mirror, the morning sun illuminating his face with a radiant smile.
