Translator: Aran

  At this time, many black-haired refugees did not know what the battle on the small dirt field on this night in Bitter Hill Village would mean for them.

  Only future history books would document the night of change in this Dark Realm.

  Many historians, at the mention of this night, will say that the wheel of history began to turn and change on this night.

  At this time, the villagers simply watched Ye Qingyu leave with a look of reverence and gratit..