Xu Yiyu's posture, her bearing—it seemed to perfectly embody three words: Cyan Mountain Army!
In truth, Rong Taotao, who had little contact with the Cyan Mountain Army, had no idea what was going through Xu Yiyu's mind. Perhaps... this was what it truly meant to face death as a welcome homecoming.
Sometimes, living was indeed a painful affair.
Especially when your heart was filled with self-reproach and guilt, and you lived every second of every minute under a heavy shadow. Such a state would completely change a person, and even destroy them...
'So, my companions were maimed and killed, one after another.'
'They were lost in the boundless snowstorm, or fell to the sharp fangs and claws of Soul Beasts. Why... why am I still alive?'
'The blood-red banner of the past symbolized supreme glory!'
'But now, it only represented a unit that existed in name alone.'
