Chapter 132 Book 4 A letter from home
The air was heavy with the scent of incense and the quiet murmurs of the gathered townspeople. Xian Town's central square was adorned with banners draped in somber hues, and at the forefront, Li An stood before an altar laden with offerings. Beside her, a row of wooden plaques bore the names of the fallen soldiers—those who had given their lives during the defense of Duan Village against the man-beast horde.
With a solemn expression, she turned to the assembled crowd. Soldiers in uniform stood at attention, their faces grim but resolute. Behind them, the townspeople and families of the deceased waited, their hands clasped in silent grief.