The barbarian beasts in the ancient forest were cleared by the little girl alone.
In the depths of an ancient towering tree, Ning Fan opened up three cave dwellings, one for each person.
Liu Yan nurtured the star compass here, the little girl protected Ning Fan here, while Ning Fan focused entirely on practicing the War God Art.
Ning Fan's heart and spirit gradually merged with this ancient forest... The forest floor's decayed leaves were of unknown thickness, accumulating over countless years.
Beneath these decayed leaves, one could occasionally find the bones of fallen warriors and some spirit-exhausted and rusted magical treasures.
The ancient battle spirit was condensed yet undispersed in this forest. Ning Fan closed his eyes, and as if he could hear the cries of countless unyielding souls.
War! War! War!
Back then, the golden spears and armored horses were already irretrievable... yet the battle spirit of this place was immortal and inherited!
