"Everyone! March quickly! Pick up the pace!"
"Hurry, hurry! Everyone, stay alert!"
"Wentian is right ahead! Take Wentian, revive the Xuan Clan!"
Mo Qian walked at the forefront of the army, and from afar, he saw the wide-open gates of Wentian City, which made his heart surge with excitement. He immediately raised his arm and shouted.
The army responded, their momentum reaching the sky.
"Take Wentian, revive the Xuan Clan!"
"Take Wentian, revive the Xuan Clan!"
The roar echoed between heaven and earth, resounding throughout the Sumeru Continent.
Although it seemed now that Mo Qian was leading the army with high spirits, brimming with vitality.
They had cringed at the outpost earlier, too afraid to show themselves.
The outpost was silent, something felt off, there must be a trap!
After much hesitation and uncertainty, Mo Qian finally ordered a spy to investigate the situation.
However.
The spy's report left everyone embarrassed, utterly awkward.
The outpost was deserted!
