The army was on its way back when a messenger from Chang'an arrived with the emperor's orders, urging Great General Zhou Yafu to return to Chang'an quickly. His Majesty the Emperor was deeply worried about him.
Changle Palace.
The moment Liu Che saw the battle report, fear washed over him at what might have happened. He could not help saying, "This battle was far too perilous. I thought that even a minor defeat would not affect the overall situation, but who could have imagined that the Great General would fall gravely ill, nearly leaving our army without a head?
"If Duke Zhao had not gone to the Grasslands, at least half the army would have been killed or wounded, and it might even have been wiped out there. Marquis of Dong'e, we truly owe this to your journey to Zhao City. On behalf of Great Han's soldiers, I bow to you in thanks."
Luo Jing's hair was already streaked with gray, and he too still felt lingering fear. The Dong'e line was closely bound to Great Han. Hearing the emperor's words, he said gravely, "Your Majesty, Grand Lord Duke Zhao is an unprecedented figure in the Luo Clan. He is very old now. If this happens again, I fear there will be no one who can rescue the army from fire and water. In the future, we must exercise the utmost caution."
Liu Che asked with some curiosity, "Grand Lord Duke Zhao's powers rival creation itself, and he also enjoys the grace of the Sage King, the Supreme Emperor. Can he still not endure forever in this world?"
Luo Jing froze at that, then said without hesitation, "Of course there is no immortality in this world. At least, the Luo Clan knows of none. Grand Lord Duke Zhao is one