After a night of heavy rain, the sky was a brilliant, clear blue. The vegetation was lush and vibrant, looking as if it might burst with life.
A single downpour had thrust Cangyun City directly into spring.
「Early in the morning.」
Yang Hu went to find Su Yan and brought back a set of battle armor, identical to the standard-issue armor of the Hanyun Valley Martial Guard.
Chen Yang sat in the courtyard, meticulously wiping down every corner of the armor. Images from his twelve years on the battlefield replayed in his mind, frame by frame.
Perhaps it was out of habit.
Chen Yang still preferred to wear the heaviest armor, wield the sharpest sword, and face the mightiest foes.
Later, Yang Hu took the armor and draped it over Chen Yang.
"Remember my instructions," he said calmly, holding his Longsword.
He stood tall and imposing, his body like iron and his bearing heroic. His spirit was no less fierce than when he was on the battlefield.
