Outside Liuhé City.
Chen Yang stood quietly before an open space, the Ancestral Sword planted beside his foot, with his hands folded behind him.
Chen Changsheng and Chen Botong stood on either side.
Within sight, smoke and flames billowed.
This was Chen Shuai and Mu Tianrui cleansing the entire Liuhé City.
Not a single civilian was touched, nor a single war criminal spared.
Especially the Prince's Mansion and the royal Du Family, they were thoroughly ransacked.
"You stormed into the city with less than twenty thousand men, knowing that nine out of ten times it would mean death. Was it worth it?" Chen Changsheng leaned on the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow, allowing the cold wind to blow through his greying hair, his eyes squinting.
Chen Yang was not informed beforehand that he and Chen Botong had entered Liuhé City.
In other words, this fellow likely came with the determination to die.
Without hesitation, Chen Yang replied, "Of course it was worth it."
