The night rain poured in torrents, and the wind howled even harder.
Just as Qiu Cheng's troops had enjoyed smooth sailing and glorious success in Nanyu County, they were now in a wretched state in Beishang County. As the scattered remnants regrouped, the Ninth Rank Wudafu made a rough count, and his face darkened even further than the night. His jaw was clenched tight. Though his eyes seemed calm and indifferent, even the tips of his carefully trimmed mustache trembled with each breath.
His mood was terrible.
Very, very, very terrible.
Under cover of the dark night, the remnants waited in a secluded wasteland to reorganize. They were lucky the enemy hadn't pursued them; with morale so scattered, things would likely have ended badly. The Ninth Rank Wudafu sat astride a bare rock.
Rain and wind battered him.
Before long, another man arrived with his troops to join them.
He was covered in wounds.
The rain washed the blood from his injuries, but before long, fresh blood began to flow again. He didn't have many wounds; the most conspicuous was a gash on his right arm. A closer look revealed that he was the Martial Gall Warrior who had fought Bai Su.
"Where's Old Tian?" He strode straight over, his heavy feet splashing muddy water with every step. The splashes pattered loudly, and quite a few spattered onto his skirt armor, but he paid them no mind and asked outright, "Why haven't I seen Old Tian?"
The Ninth Rank Wudafu's face was fierce.
His voice carried an irrepressible hatred.
He snarled, "Old Tian's head was cut off."
The newcomer froze at the answer.
He clearly hadn't expected this outcome.
The Old Tian they spoke of was the Seventh Rank Duke's Minister whom Gongshu Wu had beheaded with a single stroke.