In the past, Zhang Hanxiang had been incapable of becoming a hunter. She had been trapped in a wheelchair, and now that she was free, all her pent-up emotions were slowly bubbling forth.

Zhang Lie earnestly advised, "As the commander, you should stay behind your troops. If anything were to happen to you, it'd be a devastating blow to the warriors you command."

Zhang Hanxiang replied, "But Hong Xi's there to help me! I might as well be a vase, just there to look pretty—but I'd much rather be like you, Brother, and fight against the death spirits with you!"

Zhang Lie turned to Hong Xi. "Why didn't you stop my sister? You even joined her!"

"I tried, Master, but I couldn't stop her."

Zhang Hanxiang raised her head. "Brother, I want to fight as a hunter. When will I ever get the chance...