He lay on the deck, hair disheveled, face covered in bloodstains, clearly hanged for three days, yet appeared as if he had aged thirty years, extremely weathered.
"Father!"
The brothers Sima Chi hurriedly came to support him.
Wei Xuan tossed over a porcelain bottle, saying, "Brother Sima, the punishment is indeed painful, but after all, it's only flesh wounds, not vital injuries. For martial cultivators like us, recovery is quick. With the battle against the enemy imminent, the Commander gives you a chance to redeem yourself; you must cherish it."
This scene.
The generals on the nearby ships could see everything clearly.
...
Jiangnan Naval Forces.
Central Army Ship.
"Governor Zhou."
Yan Hongyuan quickly arrived and reported, "The three armies are fully prepared; we just need to choose the right time for a full-scale attack to annihilate the rebel army in one fell swoop!"
"This time, they either withdraw or die!"
