"I hope that Uncle Wei and the others, as claimed by that person, were sent to expand the wall rather than killed."
Chen Fan looked towards the direction of Zhao Family Castle, murmuring to himself.
Shifting his gaze downwards, he saw the ground covered in severed limbs and remains, with blood pooling into puddles, the heavy stench of blood dispersing in all directions.
It's likely that soon enough, without waiting until nightfall, fierce beasts like the desert wolf would come sniffing the scent.
At this point, it's already too late to say anything.
The moment he killed Third Brother Zhao, it was destined that he would be enemies with Zhao Da, and it would be a relentless struggle until death.
He took a deep breath and walked forward, collecting arrows while checking for any spoils of battle.