Jiang Qiuyang's eyes had completely lost their luster, staring blankly at the shimmering blue sky, seemingly unable to believe, even in death, that he would perish in such a place.
The most outstanding prince of the Great Qi royal family, who had entered the sects from a young age and left artful archery in his wake. He excelled in both civil and military affairs.
Always wanting to expand the territory, desiring to become an emperor for eternity. Yet in the end, he died in the wilderness. Truly pitiful and lamentable.
Without hesitation, Chu Mo buried these men's corpses and picked up Jiang Qiuyang's body. It wasn't his intention to take credit for this death, not that Chu Mo needed it. Rather, it was out of respect for Jiang Qiuyang's status, he should not be discarded here.
It would have to be returned to the side of Great Qi in the future!
Not only was the dignity of a royal offspring preserved, but it would also wreak havoc on... the morale of Great Qi.
