Xu Changsheng's voice was low, and his entire being resembled that of a man on the brink of death.
"But remember!"
"Humans are not our enemies."
"After he saw me, he did not kill me."
"Our enemies are... the Despair Divine Tribe and the Many-Eyed Clan, kill them, avenge our brothers!"
"General, you must leave quickly! They will be here any moment."
Qiu Zhan, upon hearing Xu Changsheng's words, felt so moved that tears nearly spilled from his eyes.
"Alright!"
"Good brother!"
"I will take these weapons back for you!"
"I will tell the City Lord of your contributions!"
Qiu Zhan too felt the distant wind and sand.
Compared to Kui Feng, he still had very important matters to attend to.
After saying this, he stood up, slung the weapons over his shoulder, and walked towards the distance.
Halfway there, he turned back again.
"This journey of mine was not without gains, brother!"