Li Honglie is dead.
A few short words fell upon Qin Hao's ears, like a bolt from the blue.
Qin Hao's expression changed repeatedly; his eyes were fixed on the drifting snow outside, and he remained silent and motionless.
He couldn't help but recall how he was once an obscure little Taoist, even though he had once followed a figure deified in the secular world, the future was not necessarily smooth.
Until one day, by a stroke of luck, he seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
If it weren't for that, Qin Hao, a mere little Taoist, would not have come to Lingjing City, a place countless Fist Masters dream of, or become the soon-to-be-known, envied and jealous grandson-in-law of Dao Sect's Great Elder Li Honglie!
That day was a rainy night.
After meeting with Li Honglie, Qin Hao felt his entire understanding had been overturned, with an unprecedented desire emerging from his heart.
Then, he discussed it with his master.
No one expected that!
