"Junior Brother..."
Within Zhao City, Song Yinhu's eyes brimmed with tears, which fell onto his cheeks, and as the tears dropped to the ground, they gave birth to countless lives, hidden beneath the soil, adding a hint of vitality to this region.
"Your Majesty, please restrain your sorrow!"
Gongming Yue knelt on the ground, cupping his hands and said, "On the battlefield, death is inescapable. For our great cause, I implore Your Majesty to regain composure!"
As he spoke, he too feigned a tearful expression, and actual tears did fall.
If the Boss above him was grieving, how could he possibly be cheerful?
He had no emotional ties to the Jinxian Sect members; even though he had been strategizing for them for over a hundred years, it was just strategizing, nothing more. A hundred years to them, cultivators, was no different from a hundred days.
