The Royal Court's night raid continued...
Bai Zisheng held his long spear, man and spear like a dragon as he charged and slew at the forefront. Mo Hua supported him from behind. Thus, the two martial brothers...
For a time, they were equally capable in attack and defense, unstoppable as they fought their way out of the Royal Court's military chaos like a long rainbow, running onward without pause...
The mountains and plains of the Great Wilderness swept past their eyes one by one. They did not know how far they had traveled...
There were no longer any barbarian soldiers around them, nor Dao Soldiers, much less True Person Feather Transformation or the gifted prodigies of the great clans...
There was only the boundless dark night and the icy cold wind...
A sliver of moonlight hung dimly at the horizon, while endless yellow sand stretched for thousands of miles around them...
The emptiness was desolate. There was no one left...
The thrill of battle faded, replaced by exhaustion. His injuries seemed to have worsened as well...
Bai Zisheng could no longer hold on. He toppled into the yellow sand, his eyelids heavy, and drifted into a muddled sleep...
He did not know how long he slept. When he opened his eyes again, Bai Zisheng discovered that...
A small blanket had been draped over him, soft and warm...
Looking up, he saw a bonfire burning beside him...
As the flames flickered, they illuminated Mo Hua's handsome face, painting it a warm red...
Mo Hua was roasting meat with complete concentration. Amid the sizzling...
The enticing fragrance of roasted meat spread through the air, filling the place with warmth...
Bai Zisheng was briefly lost in thought...
He felt as though time had flowed backward...
Back to twenty years ago, to the days