Xiao Changyi, clad in battle armor, exuded an unrivaled aura of might and majesty.
After donning his battle armor and battle boots, Xiao Changyi took down the sword hanging on the wall.
This was the sword of his foster father, exceptionally sharp. His foster father had used this sword when he personally led an expedition, and now, he intended to use it to lay Chilin to rest in honor of his foster father's spirit.
With the sword in hand, Xiao Changyi stepped to An Jing's side, embraced her, and softly whispered in her ear, "Stay in the city and wait for my return."
"Mm." She didn't want him to be distracted worrying about her; she would wait for him in the city.
After planting a warm kiss near the wound on An Jing's forehead, Xiao Changyi released her and turned away.
Riding Zhuri, he headed to the military camp.
The camp was already poised for action, and as soon as Xiao Changyi arrived, everyone roared in unison, "Great General!"
