Low Born
Hao Xuan's body visibly relaxed as he stared into the man's eyes before shaking his head. He felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders but not because of what he said.
"There is nowhere to go back to, brother. All my friends are buried here, how could I face them in the next life if I turned back now? Everything we worked for, everything we fought and bled for, it has led us to this moment. What kind of a man would I be if I were to turn my back on it now?"
He had made up his mind and that alone had set him free. It was like they were young again.
He still vividly remembered the first time they had met. They were both orphans born in the Temple of War like countless others.
It was a ruthless place, no one cared for them, and no one protected them from anything or anyone. Hao Xuan considered himself to be one of the lucky ones even though he had to beg for water and food for as long as he could remember.