Teng Xiaoyun did not turn back for another glance, but his eyes were already slightly wet. He clearly understood in his heart that this farewell might very well be a permanent one, as if separated by life and death. He had actually informed everyone of the dangers of staying behind, yet they still chose to stay with him until the end.
Zuo Feng felt very heavy-hearted. He was well aware of the danger of staying in the village, and those villages that had been destroyed were the best examples.
He returned feeling vexed to the place where the caravan was attacked earlier, but now the migrating caravan had already moved far ahead, leaving behind some hunting groups and small groups cleaning up the battlefield.
"Ah, you little bastard, I've already told you everything I know, how can you go back on your word."
"Heh heh, asking me to be honest with you is simply a joke."
