The salute lasted for three minutes, long enough to express respect for this unyielding man. Perhaps Cheng Ziang was too emotionally involved, so much so that he ignored the fact that he might be infected.
Yichuan Long's soul ascended to the heavens, and the cavalry he led were completely annihilated. Just as he himself had said, this charge was clearly with the resolve to die; he had no intention of returning alive.
Cheng Ziang stood still, his eyes closed, sinking into a painful silence. After a while, he opened his eyes. He did not bother with the Demon Clan cavalry and turned away without looking back.
He walked up to Hu Daoke, where Yichuan Ying had already fainted and was being held in Hu Daoke's arms. He looked at Yichuan Ying and asked with concern, "Is she alright?"
"It's just a faint, shouldn't be a big problem," Hu Daoke said.
"That's good. Today she saw something she shouldn't have. Let's go back and pack our things and head back," Cheng Ziang sighed.