"For the resurgence of Huaxia civilization, for the revival of the Yan Huang Bloodline, are you willing to join Ancestral Dragon and fight for this noble ideal?"
The voice grew louder as it neared, as if it was just inches away. Qin Shimoon looked at the dignified, almost sacred figure of the old man on the stage and a cold sneer rose in her heart. Were they still using these slogans to entice people? Sadly, she was no longer the passionate, unchanging young girl of those days.
"I am willing!" Those strange yet familiar words slipped out of her mouth, and Qin Shimoon was shocked to find herself standing in front of the podium, alongside the young men and women who had joined Ancestral Dragon, looking up at the person on the stage.
She glanced at her own clothes, and was alarmed to find herself dressed as she had been ten years ago. To her left and right stood countless faces, excited and fanatical.