Slyder pointed at the leisurely Wan Lan beside him, letting out a strange chuckle from his throat.
"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was her bodyguard. Can't you give me some missions that don't involve Hold Up the Heavens?"
Si Erweiqi glanced at Wan Lan, who remained as unshakable as a mountain, and sighed regretfully.
"Unfortunately, they might be a trial you can't avoid."
Sitting nearby, Wan Lan watched the scene before her with interest, but her thoughts had long since flown out the window as she looked forward to seeing her teammates.
Her eyes, which held Flowing Wind sealed within them, curved slightly. Sunlight streamed through the window onto the hem of her pale green clothes. She seemed like a woodland sprite, with an ethereal air that did not belong to this world.
Of course, that was only when she kept her mouth shut.
At Frontline, Lou Guanshan waved amid the weapons being transported, saying goodbye to the comrades he had spent some time with.
His short black hair stirred in the wind stirred up by a passing tank, and a vibrant, thoroughly boyish smile hung on his lips.
Five months of training had given him a touch of steely grit, but it still had not buried his simple sincerity.
"I'm off. Remember to watch me in action."
A group of soldiers waved.
"Captain Lou, give it your best!"
"Kid, I'll be waiting to see you put on a great show."
Lou Guanshan turned away with easy flair and disappeared into the rolling yellow dust, heading for his next battlefield.
In North Russia's frozen snowfields, the crunch of footsteps in snow rang across the silent land.
Mu Bingge finished writing her farewell letter and set out to rejoin her team.
She chose to leave without a sound.