Zhou Yufei fluttered her long eyelashes, staring motionlessly at Chen Yang.
In the days leading up to the national war, she had heard more than once that this war could only be won by Chen Yang; any other general would have faced certain death.
After the victory was announced, she witnessed countless people bowing respectfully toward the direction of Hanyun Valley, all of them murmuring, "Unrivaled National Scholar, our nation is fortunate to have you!"
What Zhou Yufei didn't know was that on that day, Chen Yang had stood in his armor, his spear thrust toward the sky. Behind him were millions of iron-willed warriors, fearing neither powerful enemies nor death itself. In that battle, Chen Yang had come within a hair's breadth of death. After the battle, he knelt before Phoenix Water Mountain and would not rise. A single general's success is built upon a mountain of bones.
