Li Xiangping arrived at the Lichuan Entrance when the battle was nearing its end, with Ahuilar brandishing his large hammer, chasing the enemy's fleeing soldiers, standing out prominently.
In the past few years, there have been waves of fleeing Shanyue soldiers crossing the border, so Li Xiangping had called Ahuilar to the Lichuan Entrance to convince the familiar tribes; in various battles, he proved himself brave and won the respect of the clan soldiers, and Li Xiangping also came to trust him a lot more.
"How many waves of Shanyue have there been this year?"
Li Xiangping frowned as he looked toward the distant mountains, a wave of unease washing over him as he asked softly.
"Back to the Family Head! It's been the sixth wave!"
Li Qiuyang, standing by his side, replied somberly, looking travel-weary, apparently having just arrived as well.
