"My lord!"
Han Xu strode out from the Gate of Space. As soon as he landed, he saw the battlefield in front of him, devastated and chaotic—blackened cracks crisscrossed the ground, deep grooves dug by willow branches, and dark red bloodstains smeared among the dead grass and debris.
Han Xu quickly approached Dongfang Haoyue, bowing his head deeply, his voice tinged with heavy guilt: "I'm sorry, I've been a burden to you."
His burly frame was slightly hunched at the moment, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. As a guardian, being lured away when his master needed him the most was an unbearable dereliction of duty for him.
Even though he knew it was part of the plan, even though he knew his strength might indeed not be of much help in such a level of confrontation, the self-blame within him still gnawed at him like a venomous snake.
