'This scene... feels awfully familiar,' Xu Luo thought to himself.
The beginning of his rise had taken place in the Cangqiong Imperial Capital, in that vast public square. He was just a green youth back then, serving as the Drummer, standing before the world for the very first time and enduring all sorts of gazes.
Xu Luo could still clearly remember the looks he received from the crowd back then—envy, jealousy, ridicule, disdain... Each gaze burned with a fiery intensity, all converging upon him.
That was the first time Xu Luo felt what it was like to be the center of attention. It turned out to be not as wonderful as he had imagined.
Because of it, the green youth had nearly... fallen into eternal damnation, had the Seven-Star Soul not entered his body.
Time had passed. The green youth of yesterday had grown into a mature and composed young man. Facing the same kinds of gazes once more, Xu Luo's demeanor was far calmer.
