Bai Xingzhen was pulled behind by Chen Ji, fully aware that Chen Ji could not hold off everything alone.
His gaze wandered around until it fixed on a drunken man who had passed out. He ran over, pulled out the two-foot short knife from the man's waist, and with courage, returned to Chen Ji's side.
Bai Xingzhen said with a trembling voice, "My father Bai Chongyuan made a blood pact with the Grassland Royal Court, promising not to cross the Wan Nan River for thirty years, with peace between cattle, sheep, and men. You cross the Wan Nan River today, do you want to test if the Bai Family's knives are still sharp?"
Chen Ji glanced sideways at Bai Xingzhen, who was trembling all over, but after saying such fierce words, his body gradually stopped shaking.
The twelve-year-old gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Next year, the Bai Family's Iron Cavalry will surely cross the Wan Nan River and annihilate your entire clan!"
The men from the grasslands exchanged looks and remained silent.
