"The Night Watchers Memorial holds the heroic spirits of many who came before us. District Chief Xiong and I were once Night Watchers ourselves, so among the Night Watchers who remain here, their names engraved in stone, are our own predecessors."
Before the largest monument, Luo Juya bowed deeply.
She had never concealed her background as a Night Watcher. Far from hindering her rise to the Upper City, it had become an advantage.
Coming from the Lower City's Night Watchers made it easier for her to gain the acceptance of other newly initiated Night Watchers.
They acknowledged both Luo Juya's ability and her strength.
Of course, some had questioned her, but almost all those who had raised doubts had died on missions. What a pity!
"I'm back," Luo Juya murmured to her predecessor.
People she missed were indeed buried here: her predecessors, her mentor, and the teammates and friends she cared about.
But people always changed, and she was changing too. The past would always pass. In this chaotic age, if she could not keep moving forward, only failure and death awaited her.
"Pay your respects here. You have twenty minutes."
"Yes."
The Night Watchers behind her scattered, seeking out their predecessors and friends to pay their respects.
Even if they had no friends buried here, these Night Watchers would often pay their respects before the gravestones, praying for luck on their next mission and hoping their predecessors would watch over them and keep them safe.
It was a perfectly normal wish, one everyone had.
After telling the Night Watchers to disperse, Luo Juya began wandering among the monuments herself.
On a rather small monument, she saw a name.
[Lower City-B6-Bai Jing]
Bai Jing's abilities were beyond question, but unfortunately, her talent was simply too poor.
To improve