Linjiang Path, Baiming Ferry
Following behind Hou Yuxiao and his wife, Yuwen Qing and Lian Ningxue, who had just flown over the Baiming Ferry, were staring straight down at the ferry below, their expressions filled with disbelief, their pupils brimming with astonishment and puzzlement.
Below the ferry, a massive formation of troops extended northward for hundreds of miles; even though the two were already at the shattered realm, they couldn't see the end of the army with their naked eyes.
"Hou Yuxiao, are you crazy? The army has been moved to the North of the River, don't you want Hexi anymore?"
Although Yuwen Qing's voice trembled a little, it was more filled with anger and confusion. She knew very well what it meant for the Hou Clan's five million soldiers to head north at this time.
Of course, it wasn't just her who understood; Lian Ningxue beside her did too.
