As time slowly passed, the cries on each side of the area slowly dissipated until there was no more.
Corpses were scattered across the ground motionless.
The sheer volume of blood spilled was enough to dye even the Yangtze river red.
Xiao Pei averted his gaze, unwilling to linger on the scene as he walked beside Lu Yi.
The latter, however, seemed utterly unbothered, even raising a wineskin to his lips.
To Lu Yi, this was nothing new. He had faced far worse situations before.
Especially when the Qin army had once hunted him for months. Compared to those days, this silence was almost… merciful.
Slinging an arm around Xiao Pei's shoulders, Lu Yi gave him a light shake. "Hey. If we hadn't done it, they would've gone on to slaughter countless others. Don't tell me you've forgotten what Zhaoyue said."
