Returning once more to the site of battle, the confrontation here has already drawn to a close.
Han Xiaoru has now collected herself, leading five hundred cavalry to quell any dissent, while Zhuo Yunfei has arrived with dozens of constables, unable to find much to do, only assisting Han Xiaoru in gathering the defeated troops and comforting hearts.
Indeed, this Chief Constable, one of the Seven of the Primordial, not only has a peculiar appearance and a knack for catching thieves, but is also adept at persuasion and inspiring thought.
Though he has a pleasant face akin to a woman's and speaks in gentle tones... one might think such appearances would struggle to convince anyone, yet somehow, with just a few words, he can touch the very core of one's heart.
After a few phrases, Chen Ping clearly sensed that the aura of despair and hopelessness among these defeated soldiers subtly shifted to reveal a flicker of vitality, with hope returning to their faces.
It was somewhat magical.
