Taking a deep, heavy breath, He Xuan Ren sighed and muttered, "That's exactly what worries me. It will be hard for us to start over here. Our future looks bleak, and I don't know if your mother and sisters can endure the hardship."
He Jingtai looked at his father's worried face and grew anxious. Raising his eyes to the tall city wall, he clenched his fists as determination glowed in his eyes.
The process of entering Xiqiang City was slow and strict, but the refugees didn't dare to make trouble or complain.
As time passed, the moon slowly climbed up the night sky.
At the Feng Army barracks, Feng Xiyan and Zhan Qi entered the large tent used to host guests and discuss important matters.
Seeing that he had arrived, Tuluo Cheng, the generals, and the tribe leaders all stood up at once.
Tuluo Cheng and the generals clasped their fists, bowed slightly, and greeted Feng Xiyan. "This subordinate greets the Great General."
