It was on this night that Wang Tao's position as Alliance Hierarch was abolished, but if anyone understood, they knew the war had already been lost, and now it was just a matter of minimizing the losses.
Seated in his own tent, Han Shanyuan was gloomy, unwilling to retreat in such a manner. Compared to others, his hands were steeped in the blood of the Lu Family. If Great Chu were to be restored, others might still have a chance to live, but someone like him would definitely find nowhere to bury his corpse.
"General!" A light call awakened him from his reverie; raising his head, he saw it was his own trusted aide, who was guarding the tent door and softly calling out to him.
A trace of displeasure flickered across his face, barely perceptible. He detested most being disturbed while lost in thought, but he concealed it well, ensuring that the trusted aide didn't notice, as he still needed these men to protect his life in critical moments.
"What is it, has something happened?"
