Chapter 2: Illusion of Death
They say that in the final moments before death, a person’s life flashes before their eyes.
And now, for Langtian, that moment had come.
Suddenly, he was ten years old again—back in Flowing Water Village, the peaceful place where he was born and raised.
The sun was warm. The air carried the scent of earth and wildflowers.
And in the heart of the village, he saw them—his family.
His parents. His brothers.
They were all alive, smiling, waiting for him.
"Mother! Father! Lang Shi! Lang Feng!"
Langtian ran to them, and his brothers met him halfway, tackling him with laughter. The three of them tumbled into the dusty road in a joyful tangle.
"Langtian! Where the hell have you been?"
"We missed you, little bro!"
Langtian couldn’t stop the tears. They streamed down his face as he clutched them tightly.