Chapter 965
They say that before a person dies, they rapidly recall their entire life.
Wild Field Fire's spirit was somewhat bewildered, and he staggered to the riverbank, where the moon's reflection danced upon the water, and both water and reflection swirled in the depths of Wild Field Fire's eyes.
It was as if he saw again the moon and water of the prairie, a teenager of about ten and several galloping on horseback, flustered because of a name.
For a long time, Wild Field Fire was an insignificant presence, quite content to live freely and at ease.
Then, following the great army on its campaign, he learned of the world's cruelty; the hearty men who drank merrily on the prairie slaughtered like hemp on the empire's lands.
A river descending from heaven at Mount Qingniu left all of Wild Field Fire's life and strength in the valley.
It must be said, Cheng Dalei truly planted a deep fear in his heart. Over the years, Wild Field Fire had been struggling with this fear.
