...in short, simply surviving was the purpose of life.When he was young, he followed a master who made a living panning for gold. Later, he found a rich vein of gold, but his master died inside it.Aft...ward, and darkness immediately covered his back."Wàn Chén!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest."Well, I'm here. Keep your voice down; we don't want to disturb the tomb," he said calmly, his to...
Do we meet again? Or part ways?