The group of people began to travel at full speed. In just half a day, they arrived outside Qingsang Village.
From afar, Han Ci saw a black and white palm print that seemed to have landed on the ground. There was someone under the palm print.
A group of people who were obviously villagers gathered under the black palm print. They watched the battle inside and cheered from time to time.
Under the white palm print, blood dyed the ground red. The situation was completely different.
Han Ci quickly scanned the area and frowned.
He realized that there were many casualties on his side, but there didn't seem to be any casualties on the Ning Country's side. If this wasn't differential treatment, what was?
Since he was unhappy, he could not show it. He said to everyone, "Wait here. I'll go and meet these people."
He took a deep breath and squeezed out as much kindness as he could before walking over.
