It was a majestic yet gentle face, the emotions contained within those eyes were intense and sincere, as if the sun was shining its rays, blessing all living beings.
"Study hard, the reborn Dongxia needs young people like you."
A broad hand pressed onto his shoulder, and only then did Qin Shi return to his senses.
Just as he intended to say something, various scenes dispersed like fog and mist.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the battlefield, becoming part of a rapid march, the dragon-like procession silently heading towards its destination.
The roaring ice and storms made every step difficult.
With one foot deep and one foot shallow, Qin Shi silently observed those tender faces, seemingly not of much age.
They spoke of the new Dongxia filled with pride and confidence, believing it would surely recover its past glory and stand tall among the forest of races in the Great Cosmos.
"The Great Expedition, huh?"
