Lao Han pointed at one of the older soldiers and asked, "Lao Lee, have you gone mad, forgetting how your own child died?"
The soldier suddenly seemed as if struck by a thunderbolt, standing dumbfounded, incredulously looking at his own hands. They were large, rough hands covered in thick calluses, now stained with fresh blood.
The blood seemed to remind him of his child, who had died at the hands of the Noble Families' minions in a similar way. His child, not yet three years old, a child who would smile and tug at his beard while calling him 'Dad,' had just vanished like this, the blood similar to what was now on his hands.
Lao Han ran up to him and fiercely grabbed his collar. His frail body seemed surprisingly strong as he yelled, "Look at you, what different are you from those people back then? Look at the child under your blade."
