I supported my small body and climbed out of the pile of corpses. When I looked up, I saw an old man with a white beard.
He looked at me and smiled slightly, his green shirt fluttering, standing next to the sea of corpses, not stained by any dust, like an immortal.
"Little girl, are you willing to become my teacher?"
I looked at him stupidly, speechless, I just felt my heart pounding, and the next moment I bowed to that man from afar.
I think, no matter what, I want to survive first.