Chapter 119: Return to the Sunset City

Yan stood outside the barracks of Han Defu Unit as the cool breeze blew around his clothes. The hair of Chen Yu and Gwalior, who stood opposite him, danced in the air. Gwalior held a small lamp burning with a flame, which illuminated the surroundings.

“I am leaving,” Yan said as the wind subsided and the hair no longer danced.

“Come back soon. I promise that I will be courageous and stronger the next time we meet.” Chen Yu clenched his right hand tightly as he looked at Yan.

Gwalior kept silent, but he glanced at Yan as well.

The cool breeze arrived again.

Yan nodded, turned around, and walked away. Chen Yu and Gwalior watched until his figure disappeared from sight and the lamp dimmed.

After walking for a while, Yan arrived at the place where a campfire was burning and waited.

“Neigh!”

When Yan heard the sound of a horse, he glanced up and found Leo riding a horse, a lantern hanging from the horse’s neck. He approached Yan. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Yan replied.

Leo extended his hand. Yan understood the gesture and placed his hand on Leo’s as Leo pulled him onto his horse.

After Yan sat behind Leo, Leo extended a black cloth to him.

“Take this,” he said. “Let’s hide our faces.”

The streets of Golden Eagle City were bustling with people. The lamps and lanterns lit up the night as bright as day, no longer hindering people from moving around.

“Today, we won. It’s all because of General Yan.” A man sitting on a wooden bench outside a restaurant toasted another man while Leo and Yan passed next to them.

After traveling further, they saw an unusual gathering of lamps in a certain place, where a man stood at the center.

“I can’t forgive the Noir military for trying to erase my friend Mofu.” He raised his hands.

“My friend Mofu sacrificed his life, and in return, the Noir tried to hide his sacrifice, and even his grave did not carry his name until yesterday.” The man lowered his hands.

“Long Lan, you are right. It’s unforgivable.” Another man shouted as the lamp in his hand flickered; the shadow beneath the lantern moved.

Yan and Leo did not stop there but kept moving.

Just after the light-emitting eagles disappeared from their view, they removed the masks hiding their faces.

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They climbed a mountain.

And upon the mountain, they soon came upon graves.

A lantern was placed next to a grave; it had dim light, and two insects roamed around it and chirped.

Around the insects, a group of mosquitoes moved. The light fell on a man sitting next to the grave; his face was a bit yellowish in the light.

When the man heard the sound of hooves, he looked up and glanced at the horse coming toward him; it had a lantern tied to its neck.

And when the horse came nearer, and he saw the face of the man riding it—

“Why are you here?” the man asked.

Yan looked at the man from behind Leo; the man looked at Leo for an answer.

“I am here to pay respects to General Mofu. Also, I am leaving on a mission. I want you to take back your resignation and help us fight against Noir.” The horse slowed and halted in front of the man.

“Pay respects? Are you just here to pay respects? Not to apologize? And I won’t be taking back my resignation.” The man stood up.

“Kaizi, I didn’t do anything wrong. It was a necessity,” Leo said.

“Again with that bullshit.” Kaizi erupted with Core Formation aura.

“Calm down. I am not here to fight.” Leo slid down from the horse, grabbed the lantern hanging from his horse, and moved the lantern toward the grave.

It now held the name: General Mofu: The General That Lives On.

Underneath the name: Born and brought up in Golden Eagle City, General Mofu climbed the ranks through his achievements, fought a hard battle against Han Hian of Shin, and fell while severely injuring him.

Leo stayed silent as he stared at the grave, and then climbed back onto the horse.

“I wish you would come back to the military,” Leo said as the horse began to leave.

“I will not,” Kaizi said.

Soon the graves disappeared from Yan’s sight. The journey continued.

After about two hours, they rested for about two hours, and then they continued the journey for the next four hours.

The sky was losing its darkness.

“Yan,”

“General Hecta meant a lot to me; she was more than a superior to me.”

“One of the reasons I hurried was personal.”

“I was just a newbie among millions of other recruits; she took me in and taught me,” Leo said.

Yan listened but didn’t say anything.

“By the way, I remember looking at your profile. You were recruited from Sunset City, right? If you have any home around, let’s go there first,” Leo said.

Yan gulped.

It did not escape Leo’s notice. “What’s wrong? You don’t have a home here?”

“I do... but...” Yan said.

“Then let’s go there.” Leo cut Yan off and moved his hands. The reins he held moved, and he indicated for the horse to go faster as it rushed toward the city visible a bit far away.

The horse soon entered Sunset City. The people in the streets seemed to have just woken up.

Many yawned as they walked through the streets. The horse moved through the city.

It halted at a tower, which held various names written on it. Upon the tower, a statue of the God of Souls was erected, and around the tower, some people closed their eyes as they prayed.

“Yan, do you believe in the God of Souls?” Leo asked.

“No,” Yan replied.

“Expected. Neither do I. Most don’t, especially cultivators, but ordinary people still believe that he is our creator,” Leo said.

“Who knows how this was spread,” Leo said.

Yan stayed silent as he looked at the tower.

Then they soon entered the familiar outer market. The sun’s rays had yet to fully fall, but the market was already open.

People rushed to buy various items: meat, vegetables.

At the end of the outer market, a quiet street of residential houses stretched out. The horse then halted in front of a house.

“So this is your home.” Leo slid down from the horse.

Yan followed.

“It doesn’t seem to be locked. Go ahead and give it a knock,” Leo said.

Yan nodded and moved forward, and knocked on the door.

“Damn! Lady Hasna, how many times do I have to tell you not to bother me about the milk so early in the morning?”

The girl stood at the door as she looked at the person in front of her.

“Rock?”