Fang Che sighed leisurely. "Everyone, you've worked hard during this time."
"It wasn't hard... We were just wronged, just wronged..."
When Xiong Rushan and the others saw Fang Che's face, an uncontrollable bitterness surged through their hearts. They almost couldn't hold back from bursting into loud sobs.
"What was there to be wronged about?"
Fang Che said indifferently, "Some things have to be done. Since you've chosen to act, you must be prepared to face everything."
His eyes rested on the sea of people ahead as he said calmly, "You have to withstand cheers, and you also have to endure plots and frame-ups."
"Yes!"
Fang Che nodded slightly. "Let's enter the city."
Zhao Shanhe and the others could clearly feel that Fang Che was different from before.
The aura around him had grown even more grim and sharp, yet it also carried several more traces of desolate calm.
In the past, seeing a scene like this would still move him and stir his emotions.
But now, they could clearly feel that his emotions were as still as an ancient well.
Pain filled everyone's hearts. That spirited Chief Fang was ultimately never coming back. The current Chief Fang had changed so much. That change broke their hearts.
Surrounded by the crowd, Fang Che mounted his horse and cupped his fists toward all four directions.
Everyone thought Chief Fang was about to speak, and the cheers and music immediately stopped.
But Fang Che only clasped his fists, a faint smile appearing on his lean face. He said calmly, "Everyone, go home... I've received your goodwill."
"A person who has died once finds it difficult to become excited again. Thank you, my fellow townspeople!"
He tilted his face toward the sky, closed his eyes, and said heavily, "Since Fang Che has returned, he