Shen Qi, throughout his life, had never known fear.
Thrown into the bottomless Abyss of No Return, bearing the agony of a broken horn, ripped scales, tendons pulled and marrow gouged—he feared none of it.
But that day, the world saw the mighty Ghost King of Fengdu, aloof and untouchable, tugging at his senior brother’s sleeve like a frightened child.
The corners of his eyes were red, his gaze panicked and helpless:
“Senior Brother… trust me. Don’t abandon me.”
Overnight, the gentle, obedient little junior disciple became a blood-stained demon who killed without blinking.
