Chapter 1 (1/2)
Chapter 1 Prelude to The Pa.s.sing Through (another world).
The night has fallen. The gloomy sky is without a star. The storm refuses to stop roaring and with sand covering the sky. The black clouds looks like they covered the entire world.
A shadow of a person staggering along bursts into the border of a primitive forest in Yunnan. Suddenly, the figure appears to be hindered by something for a moment before it slips and falls down to the ground in a sorry figure.
A silver colored lightning streaks across the horizon illuminating the pale colour of the figure’s face. The man is about a little over thirty years old, his military-styled haircut is now covered in dirt and gra.s.s. He has a thick and long eyebrows, and a long scar from the outer corner of his eye with an inclined slash all the way to his chin. These features adds a look of brutality and cruelty to his visage.
He struggles to crawl back up as blood drips down from the wound on his chest, drop by drop. This causes his clothes to be dyed in a dark red colour.
“Just come out! Why are you people from the Dragon Group keeps hiding your heads but exposing your tails?” The figure powerlessly leans against the side of the big tree as he ridicules them in a voice that sounds like a sonorous and powerful bell.
He has barely finished his sentence when seven shadows, without any words or communication, suddenly appears out of nowhere in the vicinity to safely surround him, effectively blocking any possible escape routes.
“Long Yi, turn around and return back. Do not continue to make mistakes.” A voice that does not resemble either male or female echoes in the air causing others to be unable to stop themselves from feeling fear…
“Return there? Am I even able to return there? How can I return? Long Wu, you should be even clearer than me about what orders that has been pa.s.sed down by the higher ups.” Long Yi gives off a loud lonely laugh.
“Long Yi, you can do it. I will try our very best to beg for leniency for you in front of the higher ups.” Long Wu says in a helpless tone.
“To beg for leniency. Hahaha! I, Long Yi, do not need such a thing. You must be delusional to think that I will have my hands tied and wait to be captured.” As Long Yi is leaning against the tree, his momentum of qi is nevertheless gradually rising to its peak.