The young warrior surnamed Li heard these words, and within an instant, his eyes turned red.
He was not very old, born in a city of the Human Clan. A few years ago, he became a Night Watcher, went north, concealing his identity.
The further north he went, the more chaotic it became.
A young man, leaving his hometown, giving up a stable life, giving up past friends and family, bearing the heavy burden of serving the Human Clan, living a life where every day was uncertain, facing the pressure of possibly dying without a complete corpse.
"You can see it, but I..."
Shi Wen chuckled, but as he remembered his age, his gaze involuntarily dimmed.
His aptitude was limited, and now that he was old, it was hopeless for him to break through.
In recent years, often walking the Deceit Night, protecting one side of the people, battling the Evil, he couldn't help but be tainted by strange energy.
His end was not far away.
He could never return to his hometown, nor see his old friends.
