Inside the battlefield, Jin Du, covered in blood, had a pale face and his eyes scanned the surroundings.,Jin Ting took out his own war knife and slowly wiped it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. This war knife had been with him through thick and thin, his most trusted companion. This time, he was afraid that it would sink to the bottom with him.,Mantis had never intended to pass on this message to anyone. It was something his former chief, and thus his father, had told him. He only learned of it when his father stepped down and passed the mantle of chief to him.。