As the hand fell, the sleeve billowed, his brow was serene, and the scale armor reflected golden ripples in the sunlight. The white battle robe's civil and military sleeves, the young Imperial Guard once like himself, now had the solemnity and calm of one who had fought a hundred battles.
He was like a lord galloping across this world.
Marquis Qin Wu said: "Heal the wounded, save people."
Hao Yuanxia was silent for a long time.
Li Guanyi patted his shoulder:
"If it weren't for this world's chaos and the people's misery, how would I have reached where I am today? My initial goal was merely to earn more than one or two silver a month and to often celebrate with my aunt by eating half a roasted goose."
Li Guanyi waved his hand, raised his sword, and suddenly said: "One day, if there is no war in the four corners of the world, if the Dangxiang people, the Western Regions people, and the Central Plains people no longer have to fight, it would be great."
