In the crowd, Bai Xingzhen, small and thin at the age of twelve, appeared particularly youthful. But as he stood under the lamp in a white robe, with something hanging from his waist, he faintly resembled a noble young master of Shangjing.
Chen Ji was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Fulfilling the promise with you is something I must do upon returning to Shangjing. Zhaolei cannot repay you, but if we meet on the battlefield one day, I will spare your life."
Bai Xingzhen grinned and said, "Don't underestimate me; you treated me like a child just now. When you meet me on the battlefield, you'll know how formidable the Bai family's troops are."
Chen Ji replied with a hum, "Maybe we'll never meet on the battlefield in this lifetime?"
