"Where is the General? The Clan Leader sends orders."
Quickly.
The White Flute arrived at a temporarily constructed military tent amidst the lengthy army.
With the white flute at their waist, they passed unhindered into the main tent, where their eyes fell upon several commanders sitting together, discussing something over a map spread on the table.
"The Clan Leader has sent a message," White Flute said coldly.
The group of commanders was startled, exchanging glances. Suddenly receiving a message from the Clan Leader, could there be some change within the clan?
"You all leave first." At this moment, someone spoke from the main seat.
He was tall and handsome, with slightly black skin and gently curly hair, a rare sight within the Liao Clan.
However, the most striking feature was his pair of lightly golden eyes, from which simply gazing seemed to provoke fear.
