Zhao Junyao's mood was like the sky after dozens of days of incessant rain. At last, a glimmer of light had pierced through.
He suddenly stood up from his seat, shouting praises loudly!
"Worthy indeed are the soldiers of my Great Chu Dynasty!"
Zhao Junyao could no longer contain himself; he rose, mounted his horse, and departed!
Xia Tingfeng, without a second word, followed suit.
At this moment, the original campsite had long since turned into a blood-drenched battlefield. When Zhao Junyao arrived on his horse, he saw mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. Even the tents were half-destroyed, leaving a scene of utter devastation.
Zhao Junyao cursed under his breath, then dismounted and walked towards the camp.
Zhao Junqi and Xiao Liang hurried over to greet Zhao Junyao upon his return.
"Emperor!"
Zhao Junyao just nodded and praised, "Good! You did well!"
General Xiao immediately knelt down. "Emperor, I am unworthy of such praise!"
