"Crown Prince, we dare not claim the title of hero!"
"Yes, we are not heroes, we are merely survivors saved by the lives of our fellow cultivators!"
"Five hundred thousand troops, five hundred thousand! Only ten thousand of us remain! We are unworthy of being called heroes!"
Tens of thousands of eyes were moist, and within the crowd below, a shadow of deep consternation passed through their hearts.
Five hundred thousand troops, yet only ten thousand remain, how tragic!
Everyone's mouths gaped wide open, eyes filled with disbelief.
Five hundred thousand, that number, tossed upon the entire continent's cultivator community, is but a tiny ripple, for the continent has far too many cultivators, too many to count.
