After a short cheer, the warriors began to clean up the battlefield.
Qin Yu walked over and put his arm around Beiting Huang's shoulder. "Let's go back, my hero!"
Beiting Huang rubbed her nose and smiled in embarrassment. She didn't have any vanity, but she was still a mortal after all. She couldn't break free from the shackles of fame and fortune. Moreover, after this battle, the mercenaries and adventurers on the battlefield worshiped her like a hero. She had to say that it felt too good.
