Hearing this outcome, Zheng Fan suddenly felt a bit melancholy.
Humans are all creatures of double standards; absolutely rational thinking does not exist. For him, whether it concerned the Barbarians or Yan State, he felt no sense of belonging, nor did he attempt to view issues from their perspectives. Considering himself alone: he had invited the scruffy man to dine, and the scruffy man had carried the carriage while running, smashing it to pieces. Then, he had collaborated with Zheng Fan on a ruse, building a ladder to heaven for him before his death. It's only natural to develop positive feelings for someone who treats you well.
But now... he was dead.
His own unconsciousness had caused him to miss witnessing the man's final brilliance. This was certainly a regret, but perhaps it could also be considered a form of luck?
"Since you are awake, I can now rest easy."
