He lightly tapped his toes and leapt up, heading back the way he came.
Inside the carriage, Feng Yueya suddenly laughed silently; he had finally left.
"Rong Liu, when we reach the next town, find an inn to rest," she instructed the person outside.
"Yes, Princess Consort."
..........
The scorching sun made it feel like fire was burning.
The elite army of fifty thousand was ready to go, neatly arrayed outside Fenyang County.
The silver armor reflected the sunlight, creating dazzling flashes too intense to look at directly.
Within the city gates, Yun Shangyuan walked out slowly in his silver armor, holding a Silver Spear and riding a white steed.
To his right was Rong San, armored and sitting on a black horse.
On his left was Rong Da, armored and sitting on a red horse.
The powerful aura of the trio made everyone hold their breath.
"Greetings to the Prince!"
As they emerged from the city gate, the voices of the fifty thousand soldiers rose together, echoing across the sky.
