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This was the battlefield, cruel and real. The victor was the king, and the loser was the bandit.

"Your Majesty, let's return to the city."

"Right."

Huyan Xiu was limply lying on the ground as he smiled at Yun Lan, allowing the soldiers to lift him up. Windscar Thousandou did not look any better either. The soldiers carefully carried the unconscious Windscar into Xinyang City