Duan Li's betrayal of his country had stirred no waves even within the Zhuang Kingdom. It had even less impact abroad.
The once-feared commander of the Jiujiang Black Armor was now nothing more than a cripple who had lost all his cultivation.
He still had his honors and position, but in the extraordinary world, he no longer held any standing.
The public explanation was that his old injuries had flared up and killed him.
Apart from the soldiers of the Jiujiang Black Armor, probably few people would look into the real cause.
If that was what the court said, then that was what had happened.
Surely the court... wouldn't lie?
General Duan had spent his life serving his country and was covered in honors. Even in death, he should have had no regrets.
He had no wife or children; the army camp had been his home.
Du Yehu arranged his funeral.
The funeral was somewhat rushed. Duan Li had died the day before, and after his coffin had rested for a day to allow people to pay their respects, he was buried immediately afterward.
The funeral was simple, held right there in the army camp.
But it was also grand.
On the day of the funeral procession, the entire Jiujiang Black Armor stood in formation to pay their respects. The State Chancellor attended in person to offer his condolences, and the State Monarch also sent a gift. Not to mention the Prefecture Governor and the head of the Prefecture Office's Criminal Investigation Bureau...
He should have had no regrets.
Many people sighed that General Duan should have had no regrets.
An old injury flaring up was a dignified way to die. Among generals who risked their lives on the battlefield, such a death was common.
Duan Li himself had probably