Chapter 105 Traveler_2
"Batu! Woo woo woo!" The crowd waved their hands in excitement, tossing their hats and beating their chests in cheer.
Erhulan, however, silently left; she returned to her own felt tent and took out a set of clothes from beneath a wooden chest.
It was a set of army officer academy uniforms, and she had meticulously mended every tear.
Clutching the old military uniform, Erhulan wept loudly.
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The day after the wolf attack, someone from the White Lion's camp came to invite Winters.
In the White Lion's camp, Winters saw the recently elusive Monk Reed.
Monk Reed had completely changed.
The former Reed would make you unconsciously overlook his thin arms, sagging skin, white hair, and weathered face.
He would shout and jest like a young man, talking and laughing.
But now, Reed was just a candle burnt to its stub, an old man.
He was still himself, but immensely weak, as if each breath were expelling his life force.