Liu Feng smiled bitterly. The wind rushed at his face. He did not respond, and his horse was rapidly approaching the city gates. It was quiet. Liu Feng did not say anything, and Primitus did not have anything to respond with either.
The ride to the camp was eerily silent, and Liu Feng just took the time to appreciate the pleasant weather and the wind. He did not do anything else and had no intention of resuming the conversation. Inside his mind, a lot of things were going on.
