Qin Ming silently pondered under the night sky.
His main memories had returned, only some minor details remained fuzzy.
"If my conjecture is true, then without me, Qin Ming, there would be Zhang Ming, Zhao Ming, and so on; the Cui Family needs an 'identity' to stand in that place."
Qin Ming stood in front of the window, feeling a bit suffocated.
"The rise of the Li Family, suddenly clashing with a thousand-year-old family, surely has nothing to do with me; the Cui Family couldn't have foreseen such a scene ten years ago."
Qin Ming mused that his identity within the Cui Family should have reached its end, it was originally supposed to conclude, and this final phase just happened to coincide with the attack of the Li Family, and thus he was swept along with it.
Obviously, in the terrifying collision between the Cui and Li families of such magnitude, he was originally not involved, but just happened to encounter it, allowing him to exert his "remaining heat."
