There was neither wind nor rain at the time.
There were two people from Great Righteous Academy.
Jiang Cuilin's corpse lay at his feet, while Qiao Hongyi's head hung high upon a stake.
Jiang Wang felt no satisfaction at all. Instead, there was only emptiness inside him!
No one would ever again throw themselves around his thigh at the slightest provocation and say, "Marquis, you must not!"
No one would ever again draw their blade at the slightest provocation and say, "When the lord is humiliated, the servant must die!"
No one so recklessly overestimating themselves would ever again shout all day, "I'll cover the Marquis's retreat!"
Fang Yuanyou had never been anyone remarkable. Though hardworking and diligent, he possessed no more than average talent. Whether in resourcefulness, cultivation, or competence in handling affairs, he was far from outstanding. He could not compare to the talents raised by eminent clans and great houses, nor even to Chongxuan Sheng's Shadow Guards, each of whom could stand alone.
But this man had been personally promoted by Jiang Wang from the ranks. He was an old soldier who had followed him into battle back in Xia.
To live up to the post of "Commander of the Marquis of Wu'an's Personal Guards," Fang Yuanyou had already given everything he had, doing all that he could.
At this very moment, standing upon the Execution Platform and looking all around, all he saw was emptiness.
What had he gained from this journey?
Of the two hundred personal guards he had brought from Linzi, and the three thousand armored soldiers he had brought from Jueming Island, not even a scrap of armor remained.
He had captured a Human Race camp in a single battle. Back then, Fang Yuanyou had hoped this place would become something like Futu