Fang Che took a deep breath. For a moment, he felt that the thin sheet of paper in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand jun.
He slowly unfolded the paper.
It read: Wolf Fur Three Zero Nine, real name Feng Changzhong, the eldest son of the fourth branch of the seventh line of the third branch of the Feng Clan...
Merit: Entered the secret realm on such-and-such a day, slew such-and-such a member of the Sole True Sect on such-and-such a day, slew... died in battle...
Total merit: thirty-six.
Plain and straightforward.
Everything he had done in his life had been condensed into a few bland sentences.
Brilliant, yet monotonous.
Born, grew up, fought, fought, fought, fought... died.
Dry and monotonous.
That was the life of this warrior.
Fang Che returned to his room.
He circulated his power, melting the ink and spreading it with the brush.
On the sheet of paper that already recorded nine names, he solemnly wrote the name "Feng Changzhong," stroke by stroke, then carefully copied it without missing a single line.
Once that name was written, the sheet was full.
From beneath the white paper, he pulled out another nine sheets filled with names.
Fang Che looked through them one by one.
Each name was so vivid. As he read their battle records, it was as though he could still see them fighting in pools of blood, protecting the continent's fortune! Those ten thin sheets carried the souls of one hundred heroes.
Fang Che watched in silence.
He could even clearly feel another inexplicable scar forming across his heart.
The Profound Ice Coffin had already been prepared.
Everyone washed Wolf Fur Three Zero Nine... no, he should be called Feng Changzhong now.
They cleaned Feng Changzhong's corpse until it was spotless. Wolf Eye carefully