Qin Shi watched the hazy images sealed away by time. He Lanchán's mental fluctuations nearly seeped into his heart.
The overwhelming grief made him feel so sad that he almost burst into tears.
So this was the truth behind the deputy marshal's betrayal of Eastern Xia?
"What exactly was the thing the deputy marshal took?"
Qin Shi couldn't help wondering. The few scraps of information he had gleaned from history textbooks—
The deputy marshal, who had once commanded the Fourth Legion and won the absolute trust of countless arrogant, battle-hardened officers, had piloted a Divine Mecha out of the Imperial Capital, made a hundred consecutive jumps, and headed north.
In the end, Marshal Qin had personally intercepted him. The two brothers had met in battle and charged together into the Ancient Sky Road.
After nine cosmic days, Marshal Qin emerged.
He announced that the traitor had died and that his body had drifted into the frontier.
There was no doubt that Marshal Qin's actions were an act of justice, even at the cost of family. They were worthy of admiration!
From then on, the supreme hero, whose outstanding achievements during the early days of the Great Expedition had earned him the title of the Republic's Sword, became utterly unshakable in the public eye.
But based on Qin Shi's several Mental Resonances with He Lanchán, the deputy marshal was clearly still alive.
And he had become He Lanchán's teacher, raising the most dazzling member of the First Generation Ten Prodigies.
Could it be that Marshal Qin hadn't had the heart to kill him after all, and had spared his younger brother?
"Teacher, perhaps I shouldn't have taken this out. The bloodline of the Zhu clan is no different from a national treasure..."
He Lanchán murmured quietly and slowly closed his hand.