"Phew~"
A gentle breeze brushed past, stirring Huangfu's purple robes.
It seemed to carry the person who lived deep in his heart far, far away.
Huangfu slowly raised his head and gazed at the sky blanketed in thunderclouds. The sorrow deep in his eyes eventually became a faint redness around them.
Huangfu had thought he had already gone numb.
Yet this seemingly ordinary breeze stirred ripples in his heart, and the song his former comrades had once sung echoed by his ears again:
"Where I was born was a village the wind passed through. The distant place I saw was where the wind faded away."
"My mom went far away upon the wind. In what stretch of wind is her child now drifting?"
On the Heaven Realm Battlefield, war was forever the main theme.
Precisely because of that, those special moments outside of battle remained so vivid in memory, so incomparably precious.
Cloud Sea Sect was a sect built together by a group of people who had come from every corner of the world and shared the same ideals. Amid the unbroken flames of war, they supported and comforted one another.
Huangfu remembered it clearly. It had been after a great victory, atop an inconspicuous stone peak.
A group of Cloud Sea disciples rested in silence.
It had clearly been a great victory, yet no one felt the slightest joy. Casualties were unavoidable, and more disciples had died miserably on the battlefield.
Silence.
No one spoke.
Only gusts of breeze continued to sweep past. Later, they carried over that song.
Zheng Qingshan had once sent off his comrades like this.
Yet when he died, they had not sent him off.
"My mom went far away upon the wind. In what stretch of wind is her child now drifting?" Huangfu's voice