"Has Master Uncle left?" Zhao Yun sighed and asked, "What about the Emperor?"
Zhao Yun knew this question was pointless, but he had no choice but to ask. Unsurprisingly, Guan Yu shook his head and said nothing.
"Once the main army enters the city, those with families in Chang'an should return home and check on them. The bloody scent in Chang'an City isn't something that can be caused by just a few hundred deaths," Huang Zhong suggested, and the others nodded in agreement. Zhang Xiu, Xiahou Dun, and others all flew back to their respective courtyards in Chang'an.
Zhang Xiu looked at the somewhat charred walls and the gate, his face darkened. Fortunately, nothing happened at home; otherwise, if his aunt had an accident, Zhang Xiu really wouldn't know how to explain it to his late uncle, Zhang Ji.
"The general has returned!" As Zhang Xiu landed, a group of protectors surrounded him.
