"Circumstances forced us to set up this trap on your territory."
Things had already come to this, and Feng Yun had no choice. Since he could not explain the truth, he said politely, "Please ask Deputy Chief Officer An to put in a good word for us when you return. After all, we were forced into this during the period of peace between both sides."
An Ruoxing sighed. "It's fine. The future is the future, but during the current ceasefire, Young Master Yun informing us at all was already quite decent of him."
"Then I won't keep you any longer, Deputy Chief Officer An."
Feng Yun kindly said, "The casualties were considerable. You'll probably be very busy after returning. Would you like us to pay some compensation?"
An Ruoxing said indifferently, "Our Guardians' compensation doesn't need to be paid by the Sole True Sect!"
Heavenly King Flute snorted.
An Ruoxing said flatly, "Ning Zaifei, the Execution Order against you on our side hasn't been withdrawn yet. I advise you not to snort. Go back early—it'll be better for you."
Ning Zaifei's face instantly turned purple with rage. "When have I ever been afraid of Dongfang... Dongfang San... the strategist's Execution Order?"
"Heh."
An Ruoxing gave a cold laugh, her gaze involuntarily falling on Yin Shen Gong.
She saw the Old Devil looking like a walking corpse, head bowed as he held his brother's body.
The cold wind swept past. The Old Devil's graying hair fluttered wildly.
For some inexplicable reason, An Ruoxing felt a pang in her heart. She could not help recalling the time her own sister had died. Back then... had this devil been just as heartbroken? After a moment's thought, she dispelled the inexplicable emotions in her mind.
She turned around and rasped, "Have all our comrades'