Old Ancestor Fengyue seemed to have noticed his own condition as well, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "He and I have been friends for many years. I never thought that even with his reason clouded, he would still consider our old friendship and not hurt me."
Zhang Xiaofan only listened; he would not truly believe it all. Old Ancestor Fengyue turned and looked in the direction his old friend had fled, feeling somewhat relieved.
By then, the soldiers had finished searching the stronghold and gathered in the courtyard.
The soldiers' captain looked at Zhang Xiaofan, his eyes filled with grief and anger, his body trembling faintly without stop, though it was impossible to tell whether from fear or rage. "Immortal Master, we found a few men in the back who still have one breath left."
Seeing that he had not finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan fixed his eyes on him and waited for what came next.
"The elderly were fed to wild beasts. We didn't find any women still alive. Some were killed by the mountain bandits, and some couldn't bear the humiliation and killed themselves. The men were all crippled. From the looks of it, they won't live much longer either."
"The children..." At this point, the captain suddenly could not go on.
"Take me there!" After Zhang Xiaofan heard this, his face was expressionless. Only the shock in his eyes showed that his mood was not as calm as his face made it seem.
The captain froze for a moment when he heard him, then immediately came back to himself. "Yes!"
Zhang Xiaofan was led to a spacious building. The captain pushed the door open but did not enter. He only stood outside, not even glancing inside, his face full of refusal.
Zhang Xiaofan ignored him