Book 1: Chapter 35: Slimy Filth that is Bald too

Dong ZhenKang always found himself standing at the same window. Ever since the Hu ancestor showed up. Time and again he would stand there, hands behind his back, contemplating life and the choices he made so far.

Questioning whether they were the right decisions.

Never had he been afflicted with so much doubt and uncertainty. His plans had always been absolute. Not an inch of space given for these whispers and gremlins that told him lies or what the worst possibilities looked like.

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