"I hope you won't say things like that again." Lin Zifeng glanced at him, knowing deep down that Black Hawk had good intentions, but these were his brothers. No matter the cost, Lin Zifeng was determined to awaken them.
Even though they can never return to the past, not awakening them would be a hurdle in Lin Zifeng's heart. How could the emotions built up over so many years just vanish?
"Brother Lin, I'm sorry..."
Black Hawk slowly bowed his head, feeling discomfort as if his heart were being pierced by thousands of sharp knives.
He, too, wished for the Twelve Warhawks' return. But things have changed now; the past can never be reclaimed.
Once brothers, if they were truly awakened, could they return to the past?
Not just Black Hawk wondered this in his heart, Lin Zifeng questioned himself too. The Holy Hall's power had grown; it's no longer the same as before.
