Time passed by without Su Ming’s knowledge. He sat within the cave, having completely forgotten everything. He had even forgotten his goal of entering Freezing Sky Clan. The only thin in his mind was chasing his memories with an empty mind.
That nostalgia spread out from his eyes and turned into a smile on his lips, but at the same time, there was also grief.
He could not differentiate what sort of emotions were within him at that moment. Su Ming’s right hand drew on his body and brought out the outlines of Dark Mountain: all the plants in his memories, the familiar houses, and the familiar fences.
"My Berserker Mark, My Soul…" Su Ming mumbled.
His right index finger dripped with viscous blood as he drew on his body.
Dark Mountain, the tribe, the forest, the houses… and the bonfires that seemed to be burning. All of these were beautiful moments. However, the tribe was void of people, there was only desolation within.
