Previous Life.
Roughly speaking, it was a time not too different from my current age.
Maybe a year or two older.
Originally, leaving the clan, let alone joining an alliance, would have been unthinkable. Yet, for some reason, my father, the head of the family, had thrown me into the Martial Alliance.
It was a rather strange decision.
Especially considering how reluctant he usually was to let me step outside the family groundsâhe had sent me all the way to Henan.
Even now, I canât quite understand why.
But at the time, it didnât really matter.
If anything, I welcomed it.
A chance to escape that damned house and finally breathe, even if only for a while.
And alsoâ
There was someone there.
Not the sole reason for my decision, but perhaps it was enough to make it feel worthwhile.
Still, if I could go back and make a different choice⦠I probably wouldnât make the same one.
The things I experienced at the alliance were far more frequent and inconvenient than I had anticipated.
It was also then that my faith in the righteous factions plummeted to the ground.
Whether it was enduring mockery and contempt in the Flying Dragon Unitâ
Or surviving countless relocations during the bloodshed caused by Cheonmaâ
Or losing people again and again, until I had to discard even myselfâ
I had to endure things I never should have, and those experiences shaped who I am now.
They werenât good memories.
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âHm.â
The further I walked into the allianceâs inner grounds, the more the memories came flooding back.
Even though a significant amount of time had passed and these events should have faded, they remained oddly vivid.
âWas that tree always shaped like that?â