"You all... help clean up the battlefield."
Shen Changchuan retracted the Soul-Attracting Bell. He had also spotted the patriarchs from the various villages who had stopped halfway through their escape, and he called out to them.
His words paused mid-sentence,
and that brief hesitation made the men's faces turn pale.
Fortunately, his next words allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.
It was just an order to do something, not a settling of old scores.
The men immediately got to work, personally searching the corpses scattered around and collecting the spoils of war.
Shen Changchuan glanced at them,
but said nothing.
Then again,
these guys had fled without a fight, scattering before the battle had even begun.
It had indeed left him feeling a bit displeased.
But upon further reflection,
they weren't his, Shen Changchuan's, subordinates.
On the contrary,
the patriarchs of these villages were, in a sense, his patrons.
