Countless times I've silently reminisced in the quiet of night, believing that I'd only ever meet that group of "creatures" in memories, yet they are standing vividly before me.
The students from the Snow Valley Training Camp were all stunned.
Their rapidly processing brains couldn't piece together a reasonable explanation; a lifetime of understanding seemed powerless at this moment.
Looking at the familiar playful smile on Li Zheng's face, Ghost Pupil's heart suddenly clenched tightly, as if an invisible hand was gripping it, freezing his blood.
He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't make any sound.
His throat felt blocked by an invisible barrier, only able to utter faintly choked sobs, his reddened eyes seemingly sparkling.
"What's going on, what's happening, are you about to cry?"
"Hahaha, don't cry, we've resurrected, you should be happy for us."
