C457 The Flowers Blossomed for a Hundred Years

Zhao Lin stabbed his sword into the ground, supporting his body that was about to collapse. Zhao Lin had once joked with Wang Yu that on the day that he was destined to die, he would die standing.

Not for his pride, nor for his pride, but for him to be able to see the scenery even further when he was about to die. Zhao Lin's pale face did not have the slightest fear of death