Luo Fan opened the door at the sound of their voices. Niu Dagang, Zhao Chunfeng, and the others stood outside.
He looked over the people at the door. Some were missing arms, some had lost their eyesight, and others were under curses that had turned half their bodies into withered wood.
Although he had not witnessed the battle himself.
Seeing their wretched condition, Luo Fan could roughly guess how hard it had been for Zhao Chunfeng and the others to face those endless hordes of Weird.
To be honest, regarding An Xiaoran staying behind to cover the retreat while Zhao Chunfeng and the others all withdrew, he had absolutely no right to blame them from a moral standpoint.
After all, they had risked their lives going to Eastern Japan Island to help him.
But reason was one thing, and feelings were another. Luo Fan had still felt some resentment.
Now, however, seeing their wretched condition, the resentment in Luo Fan's heart turned to guilt.
If he had not asked them to accompany him to Eastern Japan Island, how would they have ended up like this?
"You're here. Come in and sit down."
Luo Fan opened his mouth, finding it difficult to voice an apology. After a moment of silence, he invited them inside to sit first.
At his words, Niu Dagang and the others filed in.
After they took their seats, Luo Fan kept trying to prepare himself, thinking about how to apologize.
To be honest, as a grown man, even though he felt he was at fault, he still found it somewhat embarrassing to admit it aloud.
But while Luo Fan sat there preparing himself, Niu Dagang and the others sat down one after another without saying anything either. For a while, the silence was rather awkward.
"Well..."
Almost