Zhao Hanzhang stayed behind to speak with Wei Chao alone, and the two walked up to the city tower of Zhencheng under the morning light.
The tower was mottled, and the walls and ground were covered in bloodstains, with knife marks everywhere.
Zhao Hanzhang patted the wall, "This city carries weight. You must think it through. Once you take up this burden, you cannot easily put it down again."
Wei Chao's eyes were steadfast and serious as he bowed deeply to Zhao Hanzhang, "I understand. I am willing to protect this city and its people with my life."
Thinking about his eldest sister who was taken away, a flash of pain crossed Wei Chao's eyes, "I will not let them suffer slaughter and plunder again!"
Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but smile slightly, looking at him with appreciation, "Good! I only hope you will do as you say. Remember, as you stand here, behind you are the people of a city."
Wei Chao lifted his robe and knelt down, deeply bowing his head in pledge, "Yes!"
