This day's battle had ended with too many parents who had lost their children and too many children who had lost their parents.
Brothers, friends, companions, and family members, the merciless fighting destroyed everything beautiful.
Once war broke out, there was only endless sadness and despair.
However, they would never be defeated by this sadness and despair. They would fight with the will of the deceased forever.
Shen Yanxiao slowly walked out of the City Lord Residence and Xiu stood behind her. Both of them were dressed in white with black cloaks draped over their shoulders. Shen Yanxiao was holding a lantern in her hand. In the light of the fire, her flawless and exceptional little face had a very firm look.
Amidst everyone's grief, they all turned their attention to Shen Yanxiao.
She walked quietly into the street, and everyone opened up a path for her and Xiu to walk through.
