The battle was over, and the troops had withdrawn, but Fang Hao didn't feel right at all. The image of Old Chen, covered in blood and flying backward, seemed etched into his mind, flickering constantly. Although it was inevitable that people would die in war, watching a brother who had just been charging alongside him vanish in the blink of an eye—this feeling was truly damn awful.
Commander Lei patted his shoulder and said he had performed a great service and the Prince would surely reward him heavily. Fang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth in response, but in his heart, he thought that if this merit could bring Old Chen back alive and well, he would rather not have it.
