The True Meaning of Death

The people of the Fire Tribe looked at the outside world and said excitedly.

"I'm finally out. I can finally see the outside world!"

"If possible, I still want to go back to my hometown to take a look."

"I heard that there's a kind of fiery red flower in my hometown that's especially beautiful."

...

Dong Xi wanted to ask where the Fire Tribe's hometown was and if they wanted to go together.

However, as soon as Dong Xi turned around, she saw that everyone behind her was like a summer halo, disappearing with a wave of her hand.

Dong Xi was stunned. Her eyes were a little wet. They were all fine just now. Why… Did they have to be like this? It was as if a movie had come to an end.

The red faces of the Fire Tribe members were still filled with excitement. Slowly, it began to blur. The Patriarch seemed to have known everything. He smiled at Dong Xi and waved his hand, as if telling Dong Xi to continue forward.