The night was very cool and very dark. The wind rustled through the tree leaves, making a whispering sound.
One by one, torches flared in the dark night, drifting toward the depths of the mountains. Beneath the firelight were faces filled with pessimism, depression, panic, and anxiety.
Standing at the village entrance, Li Ziru watched his tribesmen walk away into the distance, a deep surge in his heart. In this moment, he understood the true meaning of "responsibility." He felt deeply ashamed; having just assumed leadership, he had already subjected his people to the sufferings of war and displacement. He had originally thought those two outsiders could save the Beast-Taming Tribe, but instead, they had only accelerated the coming of war.
Chapter 140