Qian Renxue (90)

The surrounding soul masters also gathered around one after another, bowing to the three of them, their eyes filled with reverence. Voices of "Thank you, Lady Xue Yan!" "Thank you, young friend Lin Mo!" and "Thank you, young friend Zhao Feng!" rose and fell, resounding across the battlefield, every word brimming with sincerity and gratitude. They knew that the three young people before them were their saviors, the guardians of this land. If not for them stepping forward and fighting with all they had, there would have been no victory today, and no future for them.

Zhao Feng forced himself to raise a hand and waved it, a weak yet radiant smile appearing on his face. "There's no need for this, everyone. Protecting this land and protecting our home isn't just the responsibility of the three of us. It's the responsibility of every soul master. This victory doesn't belong to the three of us. It belongs to every soul master who held their post and fought bravely, to every person who carried faith in their heart and never gave up. Those companions who sacrificed themselves are the true heroes. They used their lives to pave the road to victory for us, and we must never forget them."

As his words fell, the battlefield that had been cheering gradually quieted. A solemn, sorrowful expression appeared on everyone's face. They thought of those companions who had died in battle, of the relatives and friends who had fought shoulder to shoulder with them but would never be seen again. On the battlefield, the remaining bloodstains, broken weapons, and collapsed buildings all silently told of the brutality of this battle, of the tragic glory of those lives that had passed. Qian Renxue slowly closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, silently praying in