Lu Chengwen returned to his room, sat down, and said nothing.
Zhao Ritian leaned over. "Hey, why didn't you come drinking tonight? It was lively as hell."
Lu Chengwen's thoughts were in turmoil. He merely smiled at him. "I had some things to discuss."
Zhao Ritian was excited. "I've found that these Tianwu men are all real heroes! Loyal as hell! Drinking and chatting with them feels great! Fucking great!"
Zhao Ritian kept talking about who was loyal, who was a little slow, who did not talk much but had loyalty and affection in his heart, who did not look like much but was incredibly filial...
Lu Chengwen could not be bothered to listen and automatically tuned him out.
Long Aotian walked over, sat down, and looked at Lu Chengwen. "You figured it out?"
Lu Chengwen raised his head and looked at Long Aotian.
Long Aotian said, "If you hadn't settled things over there today, he and I would already be dead, right?"
Lu Chengwen looked at Long Aotian and did not deny it.
Long Aotian smiled. "I fought in the grand formation for ten years. Do you think I hate the Tianwu people? No. I admire them. I even made a few Tianwu Clan friends on the battlefield. But in the later brutal battles, I killed them myself."
"We were all helpless. We were soldiers, warriors. There was only one thing for us to do: obey orders and defeat the enemy."
"As for what the big shots in the rear were plotting, what deals they were making, what choices they were weighing... we had no right to ask, and we could not ask even if we wanted to."
Lu Chengwen took a deep breath. "It's actually nothing."
"They handed over their entire foundation for us to manage. It would