Zhao Hai's face was calm. He stood at the battlements, facing the outside of the city. He did not move, his eyes lowered, as if he had fallen asleep. Of course, no one would think that he had fallen asleep. Everyone knew that he was resting. Gradually, the people around Zhao Hai quieted down. They all stood there quietly, just like Zhao Hai, looking out of the city.
Yuan jing also felt the changes in his surroundings. He did not say anything. No matter what, it was a good thing that things were like this. He also stood there quietly and looked out of the city.
