Just as on that day three years ago, there was a torrential storm, as lightning flickered and thunder rumbled. He had watched Midas have all its feathers plucked out before being murdered.

Then, he carried his companion’s corpse through the rain. Of that night, he had never spoken exactly how much hatred and pain he held.

He had sworn a vow, then.

“Brother, if one day I can stand in front of Lin Xiaoting… I will take his life! If I fail, I’ll take my own life at your grave and join you in the afterlife. Wait for me. Wait for me to bring his blood as an offering to you!

“Brother, I’m sorry. If fate wills it, let’s be brothers again in the next life. We’ll kill everyone that needs to be killed, and I won’t let you die in front of me again!”

He had knelt down in front of the grave, mourning their too-early separation, something that he had never believed could happen in the sixteen years...