Even Zhao Wei couldn't listen to this anymore.
"Father!"
She stomped on Zhao Feng's foot, giving him a warning look.
What did he mean, "Our lord isn't human"?
No matter how you heard it, it sounded disrespectful to their lord.
Zhao Feng sucked in a sharp breath. His face went from green to white, and after enduring it for a long moment, he finally swallowed the cry of pain lodged in his throat. He said, heartbroken, "Da Wei, watch your strength before you step on someone. Your old father never took this bad a wound even on the battlefield."
That one stomp had left their father-daughter bond hanging by a thread.
Hopping away from his daughter on one foot, he used Liao Jia as a human crutch. "That's what the news from the Northern Desert front said, word for word—our lord might not be human. Human or not, at least she's alive. With all the strange, supernatural things that have happened since the Calamity Star appeared, is this really so surprising? Don't make such a fuss. If we were truly in mourning for the king, everything would already be in chaos."
Zhao Feng took it in stride.
Zhao Wei was still too young, jumping at every little thing.
Liao Jia's mind settled. His gaze fell on Gu Chi, who was still unconscious, and he asked, "Shexing Pass has fallen. How bad are our losses?"
There were three strategic passes along the border between Kang and the Northern Desert.
Shexing Pass wasn't the most important location, but now it had fallen into Northern Desert hands. And with their lord gravely wounded by an enemy 20th Rank Che Hou on the battlefield, two pieces of bad news in a row would surely crush morale. The situation on the Northern Desert front was