Chapter 17

I’m starting to feel this pose is a bit much for me, like I’m holding a child.

Which moron came up with this art style?!

On second thought… it seems it was me…

With his booming voice, Shen Jing began to recount how he got out: “I was cornered at a seaside cliff.

“Cops in front, the ocean behind.

“How could I, Shen Jing, possibly willingly be locked up for life? I’d rather die and find release.

“The moment I leaped, a white light flashed, and I floated in mid-air, seeing you.

“Drawing the scene of me sinking to the seabed.

“And so I figured, you orchestrated all of this.”