The ghastly scars on his legs were still incredibly clear.
Every time he saw them, he would remember the feeling of being injured.
Back then, his legs had been crushed by a massive boulder. He had collapsed into a pool of his own blood, the pain so excruciating it was a fate worse than death. He couldn't get up, no matter how hard he tried.
Even after narrowly escaping death, he hadn't felt the slightest bit of relief.
Because he knew he would never be able to stand again.
The rest of his life would be spent wasting away in a wheelchair.
A hero at his end, his future dark.
It would have been better to die and end it all.
But now, from within that deep, desperate darkness, Li Ji saw a flicker of starlight.
It was the starlight of hope.
Li Ji slowly raised his hand.
His palm came to rest on his own leg.
Beneath his palm, he could feel the solid muscle of his leg.
And through his legs, he could feel the warmth radiating from his palm.
The sensation was real.
