Xiang Qingtian commented, "Just like the rain, pouring down in torrents, a lot of people indeed have died."
He Jia again: "..."
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Yan Shunhua raised an eyebrow, "This prince should learn from the Prince of Chu about such optimism."
"What can you do if you're not optimistic? Can you change the facts?" Xiang Qingtian spread his hands, "Being pessimistic will only spoil your mood, while at least I can control my own mood."
Yan Shunhua deeply agreed, "Uncle Wang has a point."
"Alright, stop being glib," Hua Yingyue said speechlessly, "Saving people... no, saving souls is crucial... Marshal Huo?"
The soul that fell was undoubtedly Huo Jingyu.
He seemed completely unaware of where he was, sorrow written all over his face, paying no attention to the people around him.
And the other person was...
He Jia blurted out, "Teacher."
Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng!
Han Yunsheng was originally a practitioner of Taoist Arts, proficient in them.
