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The outcome that followed was something that even the two outsiders present could imagine. Upon seeing that Li Xin was clearly unwilling to recall the one-sided massacre, they ceased to inquire further about the result. The three of them lowered their heads, staring at their tea bowls, each lost in their own thoughts.
Outside, thunder and lightning clashed, with waves of heat rushing into the room, making the already silent atmosphere feel even more oppressive. Luzi refrained from asking about the outcome again because he noticed that Li Xin was missing something.
The hard bow of the Li Family was gone!
That bow had been Li Xin's companion since childhood; it would not be an exaggeration to say they were inseparable. The fact that it was not on Li Xin's back at this moment proved that something had happened to this companion.
As Wang Jian had just mentioned, one could truly thank the heavens for the heavy rain. If it weren't for this unexpected downpour, it was likely that no one from the Scout Team would have survived. One could now believe that the black-clad individuals accompanying Wei Wujie had completely outmatched an armed Qin Army Scout Team.
In the end, the result of the confrontation was one person spared and another severely injured, while all other personnel perished heroically in battle!
With a crisp sound, a ceramic bowl—one that could be worth a fortune if passed down through generations—shattered into pieces in Luzi's hands. This bowl had been meticulously crafted by the best pottery kiln of the Qin State and was quite rare at that time.
This is the cruel nature of war! Everyone left home in good spirits, lively and eager to join the military campaign to earn a name and bring glory to their families. Yet it felt as if in the blink of an eye, those vibrant faces would never be seen again.
Wang Jian, who was prone to sentimentality, noticed Luzi's change in demeanor and couldn't help but sigh deeply. He lowered his head to rub his eyes and looked at Li Xin, whose face showed clear signs of exhaustion. It was evident that he was suffering from severe physical fatigue; this robust man was being worn down by mental strain.
"It's getting late; perhaps General Li should return to rest soon? The wind and rain outside are fierce, and I estimate that the black-clad man should be returning to Zhao Army's main camp to report back to Wei Wujie."
These words were spoken by Wang Jian in a tone suggesting consultation. Whether Li Xin could leave depended solely on Luzi's agreement. This was protocol; not everyone could do as they pleased.
Li Xin had been stifling yawns, fearing a scolding from Luzi. He hadn't had a proper sleep in days and was already exhausted. If it weren't for his concern for his injured scout brothers and the need to report on the situation, he would have collapsed into a deep sleep upon seeing familiar faces.
Li Xin gritted his teeth to suppress another yawn and looked gratefully at Wang Jian. Stealing a glance at Luzi, whose expression was as cold as water, he realized that this Governor seemed indifferent to the suggestion.
Without the nod of agreement from the adults, even if he were to collapse on the spot, he had to act like a man!
Li Xin, whose mindset had completely relaxed, felt as if his whole body was about to turn into a puddle of mud. He hurriedly covered his mouth and stifled a yawn. With tears in his eyes, he made a face at Wang Jian but did not dare to stand up and take his leave.
Wang Jian looked at him, feeling a wave of sadness in his heart. Seeing Luzi staring down at the broken pottery shards in silence, he could only remind him, "Sir! Shouldn't we let Li Xin go rest? Besides, this is our defense area; there shouldn't be any problems."
Luzi did not respond. He gently placed the pottery shard on the table and counted them. Then, using his middle finger, index finger, and thumb, he picked up one piece and suddenly spoke as if to himself while looking out the window, "The rain outside is heavy! No matter how strong your body is, you can catch a cold!"
What does that mean!?
Wang Jian looked down at his clothes and then at Li Xin, who had already changed into dry clothes. Just as he was about to ask Luzi what he meant by that, a flash of light coincided with a lightning strike in his mind.
"There's an assassin! Protect the sir!"
With his heart racing, Wang Jian finished speaking and drew his sword. At the same time, a flash of lightning appeared along with a rumble of thunder. Just then, illuminated by the light outside the window, a shadowy figure wearing a hat suddenly emerged.
"Hahaha!"
As the laughter echoed in the air, the shadow floated into the room. It raised its hand to remove the hat and shake off the water above it before turning its back to Wang Jian, who was holding his sword. Squinting at the three Qin Generals in the room, it snorted coldly.
The room was brightly lit, allowing the three Qin Generals to see the visitor's appearance clearly. Standing at about six feet tall but looking emaciated as if blown over by the wind, its cheeks were obviously gaunt from long-term malnutrition and pale without a hint of color. If it were to stick out its long tongue now, it would surely scare someone half to death in the middle of the night!
Li Xin, who had just been yawning continuously, felt an instant surge of killing intent upon seeing his enemy. He slammed his hand on the table while drawing his sword and leaped up to confront Death Seeker.
Fortunately, Luzi reacted quickly and pulled back the leaping Li Xin to protect him behind himself. He then signaled Wang Jian to put away his sword and step back while ensuring that General Wang kept a close eye on this reckless individual.
If they could have fought back earlier, they would have done so; charging in now would only invite trouble!
After everything was arranged, Luzi relaxed and looked at the bold visitor across from him. "Guests from afar are always welcome! May I invite the hero to sit down for a chat? The tea may not be the best, but it is still the Mingqian Qingcha of years past."
The visitor clearly agreed with this sentiment, nodding in acceptance. He then casually sat down at the table, quietly watching as Luzi prepared the tea. Without hesitation, he picked up the tea bowl, sniffed it, and drank it all in one go. Smacking his lips, he nodded in approval of the flavor.
"Indeed! Not bad at all! Your Qin State has no tea gardens; I assume this is imported from Chu?"
Luzi took a small sip, set down the tea bowl, and replied, "This is from Chunshen Jun. If he approves of this tea, it must be good." After saying this, he filled the visitor's cup again.
Thus, they continued to pour and drink until the visitor had consumed seven or eight bowls before finally pausing. Just as he set down his tea bowl and was about to express his admiration, his stomach began to make its presence known.
Seeing the visitor's previously pale cheeks now slightly flushed, Luzi couldn't help but laugh. He turned to Wang Jian and asked him to take Li Xin outside to prepare some food. Noticing that Li Xin was still not finished, he shot him a glare.
"Wait!"
This individual was clearly the Retainer assassin from Xingling Jun's household, with a precise target: Li Xin, whom he had been pursuing relentlessly. Seeing Li Xin's face filled with murderous intent as he attempted to leave, he casually placed his Bronze Sword on the table. Pointing at Wang Jian, he said bluntly, "He can leave this room!" Then he pointed at Li Xin. "This one should stay! Of course! Just the head will do!"
Luzi glanced back at General Li, who seemed ready to draw his sword and fight. He then smiled at the Retainer assassin in front of him and asked, "He is merely a Sergeant under my command! With me, a General, here accompanying you, what else could you possibly be worried about?"
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