The Century Wood Spirit

"Did we win?"

Dan Chen stared in the direction where the Thunderstorm Snow Lion had fled. Looking back on it now, even Dan Chen himself couldn't believe that he was the one who had fought so desperately just moments ago. Repeated bone fractures, getting up to fight again and again, enduring excruciating pain, challenging the enemy until they were defeated.

"If it were the old me, I would probably have chosen a more skillful way to defeat it. But just now, it's like I was influenced by something. There was an unwavering will telling me not to fall and, even more so, not to retreat. Retreating is more shameful than falling."

Dan Chen closed his eyes slightly, recollecting the feeling he had during the fight. "It's the feeling of marching forward no matter how difficult the path ahead may be. Is this approach foolish?"