After Zhou Yan helped Liu Yunxia and the others to gather and bury the bodies, he silently found a dried patch of elevated ground and sat down.
The ground was covered in blackened and withered weeds, mottled and shabby. The rusted and parched earth seemed to be soaked with blood, dark and hard.
Zhou Yan's gaze was fixed on the ground, and he remained silent for a long time.
Slaying nine demonized Heavenly Hearts was indeed a good thing, but the death of some well-connected Heavenly Hearts was truly unsettling.
Although Zhou Yan knew that life and death were happening all the time, he couldn't deny the unease in his heart, even if his personality had changed somewhat. He wouldn't deliberately hide or obscure these emotions.
"Every battle carries a heavy result, whether victory or defeat—of course, if defeated, perhaps there's not even a heavy result, only endless darkness and eternal desolation."
Hua Ru Xi walked over, sat close to Zhou Yan, and spoke softly.
