It was precisely this precious moment of respite that finally allowed Zhou Yu to break out of the most chaotic heart of the fighting and catch sight of the towering city wall, and the proud, solitary figure standing atop it with his hands behind his back, his black robes billowing.
Atop the wall, even the wind seemed to carry the smell of rust and scorching. Chen Yu stood there quietly, like the eye of a hurricane, forming an eerie contrast with the earthshaking turmoil around him. Behind him, Hua Country's Black Bird Flag snapped in the violent air currents. He did not turn, yet he sensed Zhou Yu's arrival clearly, as though he had eyes in the back of his head.
"My lord..." Zhou Yu steadied himself and landed atop the wall, gently laying Ma Chao flat on a stretcher that had already been prepared. Several medical officers who had been standing by immediately stepped forward, expertly examining his injuries and administering emergency treatment with various medicines and bandages. Yet the energy of Sengoku's "Buddha Light" lingering around Ma Chao's wounds was exceptionally tenacious, constantly obstructing their healing and even slowly eating away at his vitality.
Zhou Yu dropped to one knee, his voice weary and guilt-ridden. "I was incompetent and failed to keep General Ma Chao safe. Please punish me, my lord!"
Chen Yu slowly turned, his gaze first falling on Ma Chao's horrific wounds. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, revealing neither pleasure nor anger. He bent down and extended his right hand, gently touching his index finger to the center of the Buddha Light palm print on Ma Chao's chest.
The instant Chen Yu's fingertip touched the wound, that stubborn, rampaging "Buddha Light" energy actually began rapidly melting and breaking apart at a visible