Chapter 971: A Chapter of the Past
The thick-browed young girl was clearly none of Renekton's former comrades.
The title "Mother Weaver," however, gave Renekton a strangely familiar feeling.
As Renekton wondered who Mother Weaver was, the girl rummaged through her pack and pulled out a pair of oversized bracers, handing them to him.
"These were left behind by Mother Weaver, for you, Mr. Renekton." She offered him the bracers, then took out a letter. "And this letter was left by Mother Weaver, too. The elders have kept it safe."
Looking at the careful handwriting on the envelope, Renekton finally began to understand.
It was A Zhi's handwriting. He had copied it plenty of times, so it had left a deep impression on him.
Time had sealed away his ancient memories. The letter was like a key, unlocking the palace of Renekton's memories. At last, he recalled everything—and finally understood where the bracers had come from.
"I didn't think A Zhi would still remember." He took the bracers, looking a little at a loss. "Didn't she come?"
After the Shuriman Empire fell apart, A Zhi had led the long-diminished Infrastructure Faction out of Shurima City and to Khar'sai, in the southeast of the empire. There, they devoted themselves to repairing the borderlands with Icathia, and vanished without a trace.
Only when the empire's many facilities began breaking down for lack of maintenance did people remember those engineers and try to find them again. But by then, every trace of A Zhi had long since disappeared beneath Khar'sai's shifting sands. Even those who ventured deep into the desert to search for her returned empty-handed.
No one knew where those people had gone or where they were now. Having lost all faith in the empire after its internal strife, they seemed to