Chapter 38
- "Dead."
- Lu Fan stood there, numb. Three years—three long years. He had imagined this moment countless times. Back then, this old man, swayed by false accusations, had cast him out of the Lu family gates with a single decree, leaving him to wander from Shangjing to Nandu, penniless, tasting the bitterness of life...
- He had dreamed of returning triumphantly with the 400 million in his hands, but now, the old man was gone. The figure he yearned to confront, to reconcile with, had vanished with the waves.