"I'll be taking these ten tokens!"
Zhao Ci tucked the tokens into his robes, satisfied.
Zhao Yong, who had been on the verge of collapse, was suddenly struck by an idea. He forced himself to lift his head through the pain. "Everyone fought tooth and nail, and in the end, the tokens..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Zhao Ci grabbed a handful of dirt from somewhere and stuffed it into his mouth. "Say one more word to sow discord, and I'll bash your mouth in!"
Zhao Yong: "..."
He grunted resentfully a few times, but when he saw no sign that his attempt to sow discord had worked on the others, he had no choice but to give up.
The dozen-plus members of the Three Mansions Alliance lay on the ground, their morale at rock bottom.
Everyone else, however, was as merry as could be. They built a bonfire around the defeated group, pulling out rations and the meat of some beast they'd hunted to cook a meal. The scene was one of perfect harmony.
