The boy's expression was somewhat melancholy, his eyes fixed on an empty space in front of him, as if staring at something.,Over the years, the Kyushu Continent has been ravaged by war. Every year, small forces like the Xuan Tian Sect are uprooted, but more emerge like mushrooms after rain, claiming territories and further muddling the situation.,"A slave to the mines, a slave he shall remain…" Lu Ye comforted himself with these words. Compared to those who had been killed, at least he was still alive.。