C297 The Iron Armor Is Still There(1)

Clutching the broken spear wrapped in cloth, the old prince, notorious for his fearsome reputation carved out across three hundred miles beyond the frontier, wept like a child. His heart-wrenching cries echoed outside the tent, only to be met with the emptiness of the deserted camp and the tent flaps fluttering in the cold wind.

Ye Zi had indeed departed, with unwavering resolve