The sunlight flooded the valley, dispelling the chill of the night.
Chen Ji paused in the forest, looking back, watching as dozens of the Five Mad Soldiers stood calmly under the sun, turning into wisps of bone ash and drifting away with the wind.
Now that the wildfires have returned to their owner, Chen Ji felt only a sense of loss.
The faces beneath the white bone masks seemed to be the voices and faces he was most familiar with, yet he couldn't remember a single one of those names.
He should remember them.
He didn't know if these people would be summoned back to the human world by a blood sacrifice after they dissipated. Where did they live before coming to the human world? Would they return to that place after dissipating?
Chen Ji didn't know; he would have to ask Zhang Xia when he returned.
But he couldn't go back now.
