C1129 Self-mutilation

Feng Qianyue slowly walked out of the tent with an ice-cold expression. His entire body was emitting a deep wisp of sweat as he coldly instructed the people around him. "Find a place and bury Qingfeng."

"Yes sir!"

"How about we erect a monolith?" Finally, he added.

"May I ask Fourth Prince, what is written on that tablet?" The others asked.

Feng Qianyue was silent for a moment, then said