Raging flames rose, and the blackened dead bodies crackled in the fire, emitting a foul stench that was unbearable, causing people to cover their noses and walk away.
"My lord."
Shen Heyan's armor was corroded and in disarray, his expression uglier than ever.
The elder with the purple beard wiped his sword's blade with his sleeve, his face showing a hint of distress.
"Heyan, what's happened here?"
"It's my negligence."
Shen Heyan's body was deeply bowed.
The elder didn't say much after hearing Shen Heyan's account, pondering for a moment before speaking.
"From today on, spread lime in the barracks twice daily, morning and evening. If similar incidents occur, burn the bodies on the spot."
"Yes."
The several soldiers from the Vanguard Right Camp looked at each other, puzzled. The elder was clad in straw clothing, his trouser legs caked with mud. His thick eyebrows stood tall, his face square, and his purple beard prominent—hardly resembling a court-appointed official.
