"Hao'er..."
Li Xuanli clenched his fists, grief wrenching his heart.
The smiles vanished from the faces of the Li Family Soldiers and the Liang Province Commander beside him. All of them fell silent.
The elders of the Xia Family and Chen Family who had come to reinforce them were taken aback by the united cries, thundering like mountains roaring and seas surging. They had never seen a general command such prestige.
Among them were many proud troops of the Aristocratic Family Army gathered from various cities. Now, they were shouting even more passionately than the regular soldiers.
The aristocratic clans and military houses of the Great Yu Dynasty had dealings with one another, but neither held the other in much regard.
The military houses despised the clans' shallow opportunism, their greed and fear of death, regarding them as parasites and chronic sores upon Great Yu.
The clans feared the military houses' intimidating power. Being looked down upon, they returned that contempt, secretly disdaining the military houses' blind loyalty, stubbornness, and refusal to adapt.
For them to be so united now was truly an incredible sight.
"Li Hao..."
Li Wushuang was also covered in blood. She had charged out with the soldiers to hunt down scattered demons. Now, she was utterly exhausted, her hands limp.
Every cry ringing in her ears called out that young man's name.
Her face was bloodless as she asked her father, "Are we going to look for him?"
Li Xuanli's heart jolted, as though a sharp thorn had pierced it. His voice was hoarse. "Look for him? Where?"
Li Wushuang's face grew even paler. Yes, in this vast world, where could they look?
That young man... their Li Family had lost him!
Grief welled up inside her.
As someone of Li Hao's generation, she knew he