「Late at night.」
Xiang Shan returned to his residence and sat at his desk, his thoughts drifting back to the events of the day. Recalling the scene of more than a dozen young men and women taking their oath together, his chest swelled with fervent passion.
He felt as if he had seen a glimmer of dawn in this decaying world. Though faint, it was a purity never seen before.
An indescribable sense of accomplishment rose in his heart. A grand cause was unfurling from his very hands.
It seems Nicholas was right. I truly am the Son of Destiny, the one chosen by fate and the Demon Ancestor! Xiang Shan was greatly encouraged. What had seemed a difficult task now felt as natural as a fish in water.
He thought of stories in which the protagonist led the weak to challenge the powerful, bringing a ray of light to a dark world. What a grand and brilliant undertaking! At this moment, he was doing just that!
Afterward, he calmed down and began to formulate his next plans.
