Haiyang clearly noticed the mood of Ye Yinzhu at the moment. He slowly walked to his side, taking his hand, and murmured, "Yin Zhu, we already know what happened. Flore Empire was so despicable. The blood of our warriors won't be shed in vain. Once we return to Milan, we will make the people of Flore pay. Our fallen warriors, besides the forty-three mages, have already been cremated collectively, their ashes collected. We will bring them back to Milan and let them rest in peace there. Each of them is a hero of Milan."
Ye Yinzhu smiled mournfully, gripping Haiyang's hand, "What of it? What meaning does a hero have if they lose their life? Milan is too prosperous, unfit for their spirits to rest. I will have them buried in Qin City, in the Burna Mountain Range. The environment there is better, and it is the best place for them. Let's go, let's head over."
