Taking a deep breath, Hu Zhile forced herself to immerse in the deepest part of her sea of consciousness, that fragment of broken memory.
The vibrant continent was within reach, as members of the Snow Mountain Fox Race who failed in an attempt to plunder watched the victors kill the defeated, gravely injured ones one by one.
She had grown numb to the sight of severed limbs and blood spraying everywhere, clutching her tiny, soft little sister tightly in her arms, desperately hoping to step into the new world.
Her stomach was so hungry, her wounds so painful, the thick, bloody taste in her mouth vivid in memory...
"I remember now!" Hu Zhile shivered involuntarily, looking at Jiang Yuan with panic in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "At that time, seeing the same brothers and sisters, my little sister and I almost became food and were abandoned, while the fifth one and the other four were well-protected by our parents and could go to the New Continent together.
