The vendetta of family extermination, the hatred for a deceased mother, this Dayuan, this imperial landscape of the Ji family, even the royal family, this human realm, this fate.
Everything he did was merely for deprivation and plunder.
He, Xiao Qinghe, is an evil man, a great evil.
He understands.
And since he is already evil, then let it be more thorough, more profound.
...
He slowly stood up, and Ah Lian quickly stepped forward to support him.
The old monk sighed softly.
"Benefactor's murderous intent is too heavy, such a temperament, is too easy to harm longevity."
Qinghe, with Ah Lian's support, walked out.
"I've never had much of it anyway, what is there to worry about."
Harm longevity?
He had long known his days were numbered.
This body of his had already entered the Hall of King Yama, and now able to catch a breath in the Human Realm, was merely struggling to live a little longer.
