The sounds of shouting and killing constantly came from every corner of the border city. The people in the city couldn't get out, but this battle was rather strange. They only heard the sounds but not saw anyone. The people were terrified but couldn't explain why. They said it wasn't a fight because there were soldiers clashing swords under the city wall, but they didn't know how many people died. However, they didn't care how many people died, as long as the city gate wasn't breached and the people of Beiming Country didn't enter. What else mattered,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.,As they descended the mountain, their conversation on the winding path was scattered by the wind, leaving not a trace. Yet, the feelings between them were as unyielding as time itself, forever etched in their hearts.。