In the afternoon, Du Yu arrived at a snowy expanse in the East Persia–Heshan District.
He was also brought to the military camp district by an old acquaintance—Commander Yao Muzi.
But before the vehicle had even entered the camp's main gate, Du Yu suggested getting out.
In the front passenger seat, Yao Muzi turned to look at the back seat. "Sir, do you need me to arrange a route for you?"
"No need, Commander Yao." Du Yu smiled as he spoke, opening the car door. "I've been here once already, I know the area well."
Yao Muzi also got out, watching the young man in white.
The falling snow, fluttering like goose feathers, matched well with the color of his wool coat.
Yao Muzi stepped forward. "Sir, things are chaotic within East Persia; all kinds of factions and groups run rampant.
And besides, with your current status..."
Evidently, Yao Muzi had heard about the international incident in the Gaosuomo Kingdom.
