Like Wei Wuji, Gongsun Xi harbored a sense of unwillingness, having failed to capture Wei City and instead being routed by the Qin Army. But in the end, this was war. The battlefield was ever-changing. Perhaps it was simply a matter of being outclassed.
"You actually don't hate me?" Zhao Feng looked at Gongsun Xi with surprise. Although the Wei general's face was full of resentment, there was no hatred in his eyes.
"Why should I hate?" Gongsun Xi said, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow. "Ultimately, we lost this battle. We were outmaneuvered. If you had lost this battle, would you feel hatred?"
Hearing this, Zhao Feng's estimation of Gongsun Xi grew.
"Although I know what you're thinking, I still want to say one thing," Zhao Feng began slowly. "If you surrender, I can spare your life."
