Chapter 341 Book 7 Long Hai's thoughts
The rhythmic clatter of the train's wheels against the rails was a monotonous backdrop to the turmoil in Long Hai's mind. He sat in a small, private carriage, the upholstered seat a luxurious but foreign comfort. The smell of oil and hot metal was nothing like the clean mountain air he was accustomed to. He was a general of the Fir Empire, the young God of War, a disciple of the White Fang Sword Sect, a man of discipline and steel. But the last few months had left him feeling like a boy who had stumbled into a world of impossible contradictions.
He had met many female figures whom he could not help but compare to Li An. They did not have her grace, her beauty, her intellect, but all of them, when gathered into one, reflect the woman he loathed the most. The woman whom he thought had conspired against him to take away his freedom to marry the woman he loves.
