If not for Qin An, they would have lost without a doubt.
All previous grudges vanished, leaving only the worship of a powerhouse.
The First Prince saw this scene and let out a long sigh. "Looks like I probably can't win against Third anymore."
He knew very well that once this moment took shape, Qin An's fame on the frontier would overshadow everyone for a time.
But the First Prince understood that Qin An deserved all of this.
"Forget it. If I can't compete, then so be it."
The First Prince sighed again and stopped thinking about it.
When your opponent becomes so strong you can't resist, you might as well just lie flat.
Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Marshal Liu's lips curved into a faint smile.
He put away his spear, his figure flashing as he appeared at the city gate in an instant.
"Mr. Qin, thank you."
Not a single extra word, simple to the extreme.
But for a high-ranking figure of the Daqian Kingdom to say "thank you" was already shocking enough.
