Morning.
Inside the carriage heading northeast, Xiang An lay quietly. Though still conscious, his eyes stared blankly at the carriage roof, and he said nothing.
Xiang Lu and Zi Juan sat across from Xiang An, equally silent, their eyes filled with heaviness and sorrow.
Xiang An had left Western Chu with eighty thousand Western Chu soldiers.
Surging Wave Gallop, which had never been willing to pull a carriage, was pulling one for the first time. Carrying Xiang An and leading the entire army, they were like withered leaves torn from a great tree, not knowing where they would go.
"Second Brother, we..." Zi Juan slightly raised herself and looked toward Xiang An.
Xiang An's body had been ravaged by the immense magic power in his battle with Xiang Yu, damaged as badly as a torn sack. And just as had been said before—
Now, no one could help him calibrate or repair it.
He had so many broken bones that even Xiang An himself could not count them. The damage to his internal organs was even more shocking. Moreover, because his artificial magic circuits had overloaded, these injuries would heal slowly without the aid of magic power. Even once they healed, the upper limit of Xiang An's combat strength would be almost completely sealed away. Reaching the level of strength he had displayed against Xiang Yu again was practically a fantasy.
"Fourth Uncle, Little Four, you followed me out of Western Chu. Do you regret it?" Xiang An turned his head to look at the two relatives who had remained by his side, his voice carrying unmistakable weakness.
Zi Juan lowered her head again. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
"Xiang An, we followed you out here, so don't say things like that