In one of his deepest dreams, An Jing found himself walking along a hazy alley. He saw a really familiar dojo ahead of him.0

He recalled that he practiced martial arts with a fervent passion during his past life, all the way from the chaotic times till peace returned to the world as it developed from a wasteland into a land of prosperity. Even until his death, he had never stopped pining for the peak of martial arts.0

Reliving the youthful and passionate memories felt like peeling layers off an onion. Most people would subconsciously tear up, unwilling to behold the glory of days past, but An Jing faced all of them directly. Perhaps he had never felt guilty about those dreams. Perhaps his spirit stayed young and vigorous even up to his death.1

He followed the...0