She looked towards Fang Hong.
Fang Hong was completely dumbfounded.
So this was the origin of the Battle of the Long Summer.
And the Morning Dawn Star was thus destroyed—
His hand clenched into a fist under the sheets, and for a moment he couldn't speak. It turned out that they were all but pawns in this huge vortex, unable to control their own destiny. How sad it was that they were placed on the chessboard without worth, yet they did not know for what they died.
The people from the Grand Guild and those who dominated everything were just like indifferent gamblers, coldly watching the chips increase and decrease on the table, not caring whether it represented someone's entire effort turning into ashes.
Perhaps they were too weak, and that was why they were pawns.
Miya stood quietly in the shadow of the sunlight, watching the emotions change on Fang Hong's face.
