"On a future battlefield, I will certainly compete with you, General Zhao. I will not be a mere spectator as I was this time," Li Xin declared, staring at Zhao Feng with fighting spirit and an unconquerable will. It was as if he were issuing a formal challenge.
Hearing this, Zhao Feng remained impassive, but the trusted aides behind him all turned to look at Li Xin, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
"Good," Zhao Feng said with a faint smile, cupping his fist toward Li Xin. "Then I shall await that day. However, my time here is limited, so we must part ways. If fate allows, we will meet again."
"Take care, General Zhao." Li Xin did not try to make him stay.
