1870
After an unknown amount of time, the thick fog in the courtyard finally dissipated. The air was filled with the smell of blood. Soldiers of Cangming Country lay sprawled across the ground, lightly or heavily injured, yet equally exhausted. At some point, their armor had been removed and discarded in various corners of the courtyard.
Shi Xiang also had several wounds, and his spirit had taken a great toll. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were vacant.
Shi Dazhuang was carried out. Seeing the situation in the courtyard and his once-mighty father reduced to such a state, he mustered the last of his strength and cried out, "Father—"
Was that pitiful man in the courtyard really his father?
Shi Dazhuang looked at the people in the courtyard in shock and horror.
Shi Xiang's eyes gradually cleared. Upon seeing his son, who's lost weight and whose face was pale, he became agitated, as if suddenly energized, and abruptly stood up, "Dazhuang!"
