Gu Jiao and the Black Wind King traversed through the night, arriving at Quyang City near dawn.
Quyang City was in the process of post-war reconstruction, and the streets were filled with common folk who came to help.
The people had long remembered this young leader dressed in red battle attire and dark iron armor, and upon seeing her enter the city, they greeted her.
When she first came to Quyang City, the people regarded her and the Hei Fengqi as rebels, fearing and avoiding them, but now their perspective had changed drastically.
Gu Jiao had urgent matters to attend to and did not linger, nodding slightly before riding swiftly past.
"Has the young commander just returned from another battle?"
"Covered in blood... is she injured?"
"What a pity..."
The people were deeply concerned.
