The king's voice was casual and indifferent as well as his expression was bearish. However, Xie Feng and the others who had survived the battle against the Abyssal Dragon knew very well that this was actually all an act on his part and he was most likely striving to maintain his kingly aura and imperial bearing in front of his subordinates.
Only the few who survived the disastrous war against the Saint grade boss knew that in reality, the king had been fighting against his tears when the soldiers fell. Only they knew that in reality, this man who had bravely advanced to the battlefield actually appeared to have grown much older than he actually was when he saw his men lifeless on the ground.
"Man, just smile if you want to smile and cry if you want to cry. What's all the fuss about?" Xie Feng shook his head as he spoke softly.
If you don't even have the freedom to cry or laugh, then what's the point of living to begin with?
