The wilderness was bleak, human figures scarce and silent.
The sun of Jing State shone upon its lands, witnessing another cycle of human unions and separations, ever unpredictable.
"Alas, don't blame us. We couldn't protect you!"
Liu Zhenfeng would likely never have imagined, on the day Wang Zhan entered the Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy, that things would come to this.
That one day, the bond between Wang Zhan and the Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy could deteriorate to such an extent in just a single short month, almost completely severed. The former master and disciple were destined to become strangers; the genius of yesteryear might find his fortunes elsewhere.
Such were the complex ties of gratitude and resentment, the ever-fickle nature of worldly affairs.
On the edge of the wilderness.
Wang Zhan quietly paused, turning his head back, as if seeing two hunched elderly figures. They were once comrades-in-arms; now, they were colleagues.
