"Immortal be the Divine Envoy!"
"Immortal be the Divine Envoy!!"
"Immortal be the Divine Envoy!!!"
With a word, Wang Yang had disarmed an army; with a few phrases, he had broken his foes. His prestige soared to new heights!
The entire army kept chanting, "The Divine Envoy above!" and "Immortal be the Divine Envoy!" Their cries pierced the clouds and made Le Luoluo and his companions' scalps prickle. Even when they came forward to meet Wang Yang, they still felt as though they were dreaming.
Hadn't he been captured? What was going on?! Was this how anyone behaved as a prisoner?!
So the Yidu Barbarians had stopped burning Han people and started burning incense to worship them instead??
Listening to that endless, thunderous tide of voices and looking at those barbarian soldiers, their eyes blazing with fervor, seemingly ready to die for Wang Yang at any moment, he felt his entire understanding of the world reel under the impact! An immense sense of absurdity and helplessness welled up inside him! He knew that even he, the Young Chieftain, enjoyed nothing close to this prestige among his own Barbarian Tribes!
Wang Yang dismounted. Looking at the stunned Le Luoluo, he cupped his hands with his whip still in his grasp.
"Young Chieftain, thank you for your efforts."
Le Luoluo had yet to recover. He opened his mouth instinctively, only to find his throat painfully dry. A thousand words clogged it, and he had no idea what to say. All he could do was stammer by instinct:
"N-no trouble. I... I was... late..."
Wang Yang smiled gently, his voice carrying a power that soothed the heart.
"Late? That was only a joke. Your coming here was like bringing charcoal through the snow. You came to save my life, and I, Wang Yang,