Eventually, the two made their way back to where the rest of the Heavenly Demon Cult was gathered, busily carrying the spoils of the prolonged war out of the forest at a steady pace. Lingering outside the treasury, still holding each other's hands loosely, Li Xinyuan watched with muted concern as the soldiers hefted the heavy chests on their shoulders with wide grins on their face, having half a mind to ask them to be kinder to their bodies.
But a gentle squeeze on his hand drew his eyes back to the Crown Prince, watching as the youth shook his head slightly. Taking a deep bracing breath, Li Xinyuan held his tongue.
Right. Doing this was a sort of catharsis to these men, a physical indication of the end of this war that went on too long. A kind of signal to their mind that now, relaxation would not result in death.
He ought to let them have this, at least.
