In the evening, Chixia City faded from hazy twilight to merging with the true darkness of night.
In the room, the Sun Stone was nearing extinguishment. Qin Ming sat motionless, his face unclear, with only his eyes still shining.
He looked again at his fourteen-year-old self, who was sentimental, cared about those around him, and couldn't bear to part with them in life or death.
At that moment, the fourteen-year-old Qin Ming was trembling slightly; he wanted one last look at his parents and younger brother because he knew that he might die on this journey.
When he turned around, he saw only the receding backs of his parents.
The eyes of the fourteen-year-old Qin Ming reddened, as he struggled to contain himself. He swiftly turned back around and set off with the elderly members of his family, who were of very advanced age.
As expected, they were ambushed. Though they were constantly fleeing, they were always eventually found.
