A sharp-eyed servant brought a Taishi Chair over for Yun Shangyuan, who lifted his robe and sat down, casting a cold gaze upon them.
Then, looking towards the wounded soldiers on the training ground, they all looked at him with eyes filled with guilt, as if the defeat was entirely their fault.
Yun Shangyuan's eyes flickered.
These seven subordinates, those soldiers, had followed him for many years.
Throughout the years, they had followed him through life and death, invincible, never once tasting defeat.
Now defeated, not only was his heart heavy, theirs were too...
"How long did it take?" Suddenly, Yun Shangyuan asked out of nowhere.
Rong San immediately reacted, respectfully replying, "An hour..."
Yun Shangyuan's hand resting on the armrest twitched slightly.
An hour...
A mere ten thousand strong army had, in just an hour, slaughtered thirty thousand elite troops of Yunlong Country down to ten thousand...
