"Young Master Mu, Meng Zhixing, have you truly forgiven me?" Qu Fengting could barely believe his ears, looking at Mu Hanyan in disbelief.
"It's not just us; I believe those who died because of you, if they were aware in the afterlife, upon seeing all you've done at Beining Pass, would forgive you as well. However, I hope you won't forget what happened that day, and just like today, hold your head high and live uprightly." Mu Hanyan said softly.
"Yes, I understand." Qu Fengting nodded heavily, tears finally streaming down his face.
He understood Mu Hanyan's meaning—hoping he would, as he once did, give his all to protect Beining Pass, to protect Anyun, to safeguard the countless civilians behind him.
Seeing the civilians and soldiers kneeling to plead for him, Qu Fengting cried out to the heavens. He finally used his efforts, his blood and sweat, to cleanse his shame and gain everyone's recognition.
