Many years after the Eight Talents disbanded, Gu Le finally returned to Qinghe. The wind over Verdant Wilds s…
Many years after the Eight Talents disbanded, Gu Le finally returned to Qinghe.
The wind over Verdant Wilds still blew as it always had. Everything seemed unchanged—yet nothing truly was.
Beneath the same endless sea of grass now lay the bones of those who had once fought beside him.
Had there been any true victors in that war? He couldn't bear to think too deeply. Choosing to embark on a long journey might have been his way of escaping the sorrow of returning to a place where everything was familiar yet everyone was gone.
He had traveled far, seen many faces, but now, looking back, he realized he owed his fallen friends a dirge.
So he returned, and amid the battlefield's ruins, he played a melody of remembrance.
He played for the final battle he had missed, and for Lie Yan, the brother he had never seen again.
This song for departed friends. This life for lasting memory.
And so, the soul bell rang clear, answering from afar.