It had been many years since Feng Zhang had set foot on a battlefield.
Everyone had assumed he would remain at the Imperial College, living out his days in quiet stability.
That was why Ye Yunfeng was so surprised.
Feng Zhang didn't hide it from him, simply nodding. "There's nothing interesting about staying here."
He spoke with a casual air, but Ye Yunfeng could see a torrent of emotions swirling deep in his eyes.
After a moment's hesitation, Ye Yunfeng asked softly, "Is this... because of General Huo?"
Feng Zhang's hand slowly brushed over the sword at his waist.
The scabbard was heavy, its relief carvings grand and unadorned. Just looking at it, one could almost feel its sharp, piercing intent.
Ye Yunfeng had hit the nail on the head.
After a long silence, Feng Zhang finally said, "The dead can't be brought back to life, but a debt must always be repaid."
He, too, was involved in Huo Yucheng's death.
