The King of Southern Defense looked back and saw this scene, his expression growing even uglier.
The man he considered his capable assistant, Shafeng, had just been eliminated by his own hands.
This outcome was hard for the King of Southern Defense to accept, yet he had no choice but to silently endure this loss.
"Prince, I will go back to rest first, I am a bit tired,"
Chen Feng waved his hand and led his men away.
Upon returning to the tent, as soon as he entered, Chen Feng saw Mo Lin'er kneeling before him with a thud.
"Lin'er, what are you doing? Get up,"
Chen Feng hurriedly said.
"Brother Chen Feng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I almost caused you to be robbed, I'm sorry,"
Mo Lin'er said, her head lowered, kneeling on the ground to admit her wrongdoing to Chen Feng.
"What are you talking about? This is not your fault, get up,"
Chen Feng reached out to pull Mo Lin'er up.
