Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

Fang Hong gaped slightly, finally understanding that there was such a connection between Lonely White Field and R. If it were today, among the Invokers, it would almost be equivalent to a rebirth.


But history proved that the Lonely White Field's judgment was not wrong. Without that young man, their team couldn't have gone as far as they did later on.


However, everything had become nostalgia. Fang Hong glanced at Lonely White Field and suddenly realized the unspoken words of the other party. He had not contacted anyone else before, presumably because of his guilt towards his companions. The so-called change of his community ID was merely an excuse.


"I remember R was a Combat Artisan," Fang Hong said, having watched almost every match of his, he, of course, understood the composition of that team.


Chapter 158: Past Stories, Dagger and A Busy _2