Chapter 61: Gong Jie III
Word Number：298
Author：王者之路
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Release Time：2026-03-08
Forgetfulness may be a soothing balm for the wounds of hate. But when the mists finally part and the truth stands naked before you, choosing to forget is a coward's escape; the real power lies in choosing how to stand and face it. After entering the grasslands, the diplomatic convoy took a brief respite. Only after both the men and the camel-horses had eaten and drunk their fill did they set out once more. Before long, they moved into a section of the Great Grasslands where the vegetation grew with wild, unchecked density. This part of the plains bordered a massive mountain to the west, and the lush grass thrived here with a feral intensity. As the camel-horses stepped through the tall stalks, a rhythmic crunch, crunch could be heard beneath their hooves. Gong Jie sharpened her gaze and looked down. There, hidden within the thick grass, was a carpet of skeletal remains. "Uncle Ji, what’s going on with the ground here? Why are there skeletons everywhere?" "Ah, Young Mistress... this is the place of sorrow for our Gongyou hunters. This is the site of the Antler-Stag Great Battle. Old Wu never fought in it, but I... I lived through that carnage myself." "What? You were in the Antler-Stag Great Battle, Uncle Ji? I heard my father say that seven or eight out of every ten of our hunters were killed or wounded in that war." "It’s true. Nearly all the elite warriors of our people were lost on these mourning plains—including both of my younger brothers." "What? Both of your brothers fell here too?" Ji Mazi fell silent. Returning to this place of sorrow was like rubbing salt into a wound that had only just begun to heal. The agonizing memories he had trie
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