Chang Geng had soon known the taste of 'terror' and 'disappointment', he also felt despair and near-death. It was just that he had never known that even the word 'embarrassment' could actually make one feel an ache that was as if their guts have been cut into pieces.

Seeing how Chang Geng did not respond and that the rims of his eyes were red, Gu Yun finally managed to find a twinge of guilt in his already rotten conscience. He sighed, then under the eyes of many enemy soldiers, he got down on one knee and carefully removed the steel guard from Chang Geng's injured leg. A hand covered in a layer of armor gently pressed down a few times: "The ankle is dislocated, not a major problem. Does it hurt?"

Chang Geng did not say anything.

Although this child usually would throw a tantrum and would get mad at him on weekdays, all of Chang Geng's thoughts always went out to him. But now, at this moment, Chang Geng suddenly stared at him with such strange and distant eyes. Gu Yun instantly felt a hint of regret.

But his regret only lasted for a brief moment.

The stone-hearted Marquis of Order quickly thought to himself: "Everything has already come to this, what good is feeling regret now."

So, with his expression remaining concealed, he leaned down and lifted Chang Geng's injured leg with an indifferent look, not saying a word as he relocated Chang Geng's joint.

Chang Geng trembled fiercely, yet he did not yell out in pain.

At this moment, even if someone stabbed him with a sword, he still wouldn't feel any pain.

Gu Yun held Chang Geng up and placed him on his horse. Realizing that he couldn't handle this adopted son, he turned around and bullied the barbarians instead.

From dismounting, coming face to face, and relocating the joint, throughout this series of actions, he did not even lift his head up as if the armed enemy forces surrounding them did not exist. But, for a moment, no one dared to act rashly - perhaps, just the word 'Gu' itself on the battle flag was enough to scare these grassland wolves to death.

The gaze of the barbarian prince resembled that of a wolf king staring at a hunter who had murdered his race. Resentment ran as deep as the sea, and he was over-alert at the same time.

Fourteen years ago, Gu Yun's own father had slain all the chief commanders of the Eighteen Tribes. The Wolf King - and the father of this barbarian prince, now had to walk on two horrible prosthetic legs. This was all thanks to the 'blessing' of old marquis Gu.

The prince wasn't a fool. It was something that even Chang Geng, a child whose heart was in a mess, could faintly understand, of course, he too had understood full well that the moment he saw Gu Yun, he had lost his advantage.