The head of the Hong Family had always felt that most of the things he'd done in his lifetime were true to his conscience—not completely aboveboard, perhaps, but certainly nothing he deeply regretted.
Only with the King of Qin did he have internal struggles he couldn't overcome.
In that era of Asura Hell, the Human Race initially had no aspirations to govern the Central Plains. Aside from a few military warlord clans or Sorcerer Families, most people simply wanted to survive until the next day. This included families like his—a middling family.
The Hong Family, though a prominent force in Hebei, found itself on the brink during years of ceaseless warfare. The men in the family had been nearly wiped out.
Ordinary people without bloodlines were treated worse than livestock in those days. A mere ten catties of rice or flour could buy a child or a vaguely attractive woman.
In such an era, he had lost all hope from the moment he could remember.
