"Hoo~"
A gentle breeze passed by, lightly fluttering Huangfu's purple robe.
It seemed to also carry away someone who lived deep within his heart, to a far, far off place.
Huangfu slowly raised his head, gazing at the sky filled with thunderclouds, the sorrow deep within his eyes ultimately turning into a faint redness around his eyes.
Huangfu had thought he had grown numb.
Yet, as this seemingly ordinary wind blew by, it stirred the waves in his heart, and echoes of the song his former comrades once sang returned to his ears:
"My birthplace, in the village the wind passes through. The distant place I see, is where the wind disappears."
"My mother went to the distance in the wind. Where does her child drift amidst the wind..."
The battlefield of the Heavenly Realm, where war is always the main theme.
Precisely because of this, those special moments outside of war, they are unforgettable and immensely precious.
