"What happened, how did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Watching Tu Changkong lead his men onto the Flying Boat in a disheveled retreat, the man clad in black from the Tu Family couldn't help but frown and ask.
Tu Changkong had followed him through numerous battlefields for many years and had never suffered such a defeat.
And of the twenty thousand troops previously dispatched, only just over two thousand had returned—could it be that the rest had all perished in battle?
"To report back to the Young Master, we encountered a large army outside Divine Sun City. Our forces were completely defeated, and those who didn't return have... all perished."
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Young Master."
Tu Changkong approached the black-clad man and immediately knelt with his head bowed, his body trembling slightly— he was well aware of what the consequences for mission failure could be.
