Once again, that decadent, disheveled man woke up from the corner.
This time, a flash of incredible brilliance suddenly pierced through his numb eyes. This time, upon opening them, he saw a youth in white standing in confrontation at a distance with a purple-robed elder who held two dark shadows in his grip.
It was no longer the endlessly noisy, alcohol-fumed tavern as always; he, Li Ziming, seemed to have broken free from all of it!
Chapter 17