Many years later, Ning Que was hit by mixed feelings while walking through the mean alley and heard a loud and familiar voice explaining history. The voice was talking about what had happened during that winter. There were a lot of people who shared the same feelings. Whenever they recalled that winter, they felt unreconciled and sad, but also somehow gratified.
That winter had inevitably become the one winter that would never be forgotten by human beings because the human world saw a glimmer of life in the war between the Academy and Taoism during that winter. It seemed that abundant hopes were ahead.
In the desolate wilderness, the snow fluttered violently. The camp of the Tang Army hundreds of feet away had become very vague, and Hua Ying, a general in the Tang Army, was nowhere to be found.
A Da squinted his eyes, and ruthless expressions occasionally flashed on his childish face. He slightly moved his blue lips, keeping silently praying to Tengri.