On the left was a vast dashing army, on the right was the general standing ramrod straight.
On the left was a scene from hundreds of years ago replaying hundreds of years later. On the right was a person who'd awakened hundreds of years later with a heart left behind hundreds of years ago.
One side was the fragmented shadows, the other was a lonely soul. Neither of them should belong in this world anymore.
This was probably the only thing in common between the two sides.
Gu Yuze felt a familiarity in his bones with this scene.
"You are right. It is a tragedy." The feeling of being in a world you don't belong to, the feeling of standing in a country yet being lonely is indeed a tragedy.
Gu Yuze slowly opened his eyes. He suddenly sat up, his hands reaching to his neck. There was no blood. Gu Yuze could clearly remember his slow descent to death.
Pale blue walls. Spiritual markings etched on every surface. He was in the Lingyuan Sect.
