"Boss Zhang, I regret it!" Ma Changshou sighed towards the sky.
"Regret what?"
Zhang Su looked at the self-proclaimed shrewd old man with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"I regret not choosing to stand on the same side as you back then, only thinking about surviving, leading the villagers into a den of wolves, and ending up in this miserable state. I really deserve to die!"
Thinking of the heartache, Ma Changshou slumped to the ground again.
"Changshou..." An even older elder walked up and patted Ma Changshou on the shoulder with a compassionate look on his furrowed face, shaking his head as he said, "The decision to join the Cyan Dragon Corps back then was made by everyone together; you don't have to feel so guilty!"
"Old village chief, what do you say? Keep running away with your people, or find a safe place to rest and recuperate."
Zhang Su spread his hands, asking.
"Boss Zhang, what do you mean?"
