Perhaps in the final moments of his life, he would reminisce about the past, open a fine bottle of wine, and savor the flavors one last time before fading from this world. But as long as there remained even a shred of strength, he would never give up—this was something Feng Yi had always adhered to.
Perhaps, he had once been rebellious, juvenile, even blinded by obsessive hatred. But as time changed, so did people. The old self would eventually mature and find redemption.
Having lived two lifetimes, Feng Yi no longer held grudges or engaged in cunning maneuverings. He refrained from criticizing what he disapproved of, nor did he display the defiant arrogance of his past or let himself be consumed by strong feelings of love or hate for anyone. He had seen more than anyone else—a true Male Eagle soaring through the nine heavens. Though his wings faltered and his life neared its end, his fiery soul, his gaze brimming with steadfast resolve, and his unspoken aura were unmistakable.
