"The wind is bleak, the water is cold; once the hero is gone, he will never return... return... return..." In the bumpy carriage, the handsome boy was holding a rice straw in the corner of his mouth and swinging his legs leisurely as he wiped the heavy sword in his hand.

"Little Zhizhi, what do you mean by that?" The dwarf, who was driving the carriage, poked out his head and looked at some leisurely teenager.

The teenager looked at the heavy sword in his hand and replied with a smile, "I also don't know. This is a sentence that one of my friends once said. Maybe being brave enough to sacrifice one’s life."

"You humans are so interesting; sacrificing one’s life can be expressed in such a way." The dwarf wrinkled his nose. For the straightforward dwarves, the human sentences were similar to those of the Heavenly Book.