As soon as the two arrived, they heard a wave of cheers. They also saw people gnawing on meat, their faces filled with excitement as they cursed Chen Wuwei to never find peace, even in death.
Li Hongluan looked worriedly at Zhao Yun, feeling that his complexion was even worse than before.
"Should I go stop them?"
After waiting a while and seeing no response from Zhao Yun, Li Hongluan took a deep breath. Her gaze became extraordinarily resolute, and she gripped her sword hilt, about to charge forward, when Zhao Yun reached out and stopped her.
"We couldn't save him while he was alive. Now that he's dead, what's the point? I've been thinking about something just now. My head hurts terribly, but I still can't figure it out! I still haven't found the answer!"
Li Hongluan looked at Zhao Yun with even greater concern. She wondered what kind of question could make the usually carefree Zhao Yun so troubled...
Zhao Yun sighed, raised his head to look at the sky, and muttered to himself, "Elder Tang once said that even if it wasn't for the Great Jing Kingdom, we still had to care more about those innocent commoners. Right now, I really want to ask Elder Tang whether the people of Changsheng City are still worth caring about."
Li Hongluan said nothing. She had no idea how to answer.
Zhao Yun dismounted and slowly walked toward the absent-minded Zhai Qianqian. He said softly, "The wind's picking up. Let's go back."
Zhai Qianqian suddenly raised her head. When she saw Zhao Yun, she froze for a moment, then hesitantly stretched out her hand and gently touched his face.
Her eyes quickly reddened, and her voice carried a sob. "You woke up. You really woke up."
Zhao Yun nodded. "I'm