"The stories though, have truth to them.... Words ultimately fall short of truly depicting certain things...the hell it was...the constant fear that at any moment you may die, your wife may die, your child may die, your parent may die, your brother, sister, or girl you want to marry. We did not have the luxury of the living...."
"Fear was our constant companion, fear was our way of life from dawn till dusk and dusk till dawn. There are those who enjoy the sounds of crickets chirping by the water, the cicada noises announcing summer, and the bird chirps announcing spring.
These noises symbolize life, change of seasons, something to be enjoyed and celebrated, but to us...."
Bai Zou had a pitiful smile and his frame seemed to have grown frail. He stared at his hands which were trembling as he chuckled to himself.
"Even as a palace realm cultivator I still haven't escaped it, it seems.." he lowly muttered to himself.