The scout team had already drawn their bows, the cold arrowheads shimmering in the snowstorm, aimed at Li Yan.
Li Yan stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Great Xuan, Li Yan! Requesting reinforcement from White Tiger Gully!"
Though his voice was somewhat hoarse due to injuries and the cold, it was clearly transmitted.
"Li Yan?" The scout captain had obviously heard of this name, his tone slightly less wary, but he remained on guard. He rode forward a few steps, scrutinizing carefully under the snow's light.
Upon seeing Li Yan clearly and confirming his identity, the captain suddenly waved his hand, "It's Mr. Li!"
"Quick! Quickly mount the horse!"
The scouts moved swiftly, with two of them quickly dismounting to give their horses to Li Yan.
The captain hastily handed over some warm wine, "Mr. Li, the main camp is just ahead! The Marshal and the lords are almost going mad waiting for news!"
