Ling Tian let out a grunt of assent, as though he did not consider the matter of 30,000 troops barring their way as having much importance. Instead, a warm smile could be seen on his face as he addressed Ling Nineteen and his group, "It's been hard on you guys these past few years."
Ling Nineteen suddenly felt a sourness in his heart. To think that an iron-blooded warrior like him who had survived a hundred battles could actually start crying. He lowered his head and forcibly suppressed the tears, while trying to keep his voice even, "I thank the young noble for still thinking about us. Don't worry, it was nothing much." While he was controlling his emotions, his voice still trembled, revealing the intense emotions that he felt. Even those beside him, such as Ling Twenty, Ling Twenty-one, and Ling Twenty-two, all of them had reddened eyes.
A man does not cry, simply only because there has not been an incident that could make him do so!
