"Forget the experiences of these days, forget all of it," Lu Ziyuan looked into her eyes, unwaveringly staring, and said: "Do you believe me? I will surely avenge you."
... This, she believed.
Xie Wanqing nodded blankly.
She finally reacted, Lu Ziyuan squeezed out a stiff smile at the corner of his mouth, and took her hand to lead her out.
On the deck, torches were lit, the lights were bright.
Dozens of soldiers from Jin Country stood with their backs facing this side, their mouths gagged, and their knees bound, kneeling on the ground.
Ming Feng held an iron whip, lashing at these people one by one.
Seeing them emerge, he paused his actions, dropped to one knee, and confessed: "A total of one hundred and three people from the Jin Dynasty, seventy-eight were executed on the spot, the subordinates were incompetent, allowing Jin Wuji and two death warriors to escape."
Lu Ziyuan looked at that row of men, the sound of 'them' still deeply resonating in his mind.
