A ludicrous scene unfolded.
The city lord, who was leading the Dawn War, stood in the medical room, laughing hysterically at a young man. The young man was caught up in the laughter, too, though no one knew what they were laughing about.
"Haha, hahaha…"
The city lord and the young man laughed together, their voices growing louder and louder. Laughter is contagious—it gradually spread outside the hallway, and everyone involuntarily joined in.
The onlookers didn't see the dead girl behind Su Ming'an; all joined the city lord in a loud guffaw, not wanting the city lord to feel awkward laughing alone.
They had never seen the city lord smile so radiantly; the war must have been going well.
"Haha, haha, hahahaha…"
The laughter was like a bird soaring straight into the sky, flying outward in high pitches with feathers fluttering loudly, everyone was basked in a sea of joy; even the people in the corridor smiled knowingly, feeling that something joyful had happened in that room.
