"Your Highness, are you really not worried at all?"
Right after asking this question, Mu Xian saw Yu Wenye's face as dark as the bottom of a pot. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, seeming as if it could cut a piece of flesh off a person.
Mu Xian shivered, not daring to wait for a response, and quickly retreated.
Once out of the tent, he felt a weight lift from his chest, exhaling a long breath of relief. Turning back to look at the brightly lit tent casting a shadow of gloom, Mu Xian shook his head in trepidation and walked away.
The night passed in what seemed like calmness, but carried a hint of impending storm fear.
The next morning, Yu Wenye gave the order to march to Hulao Pass!
Upon hearing the news, the crowd was invigorated. Having won several battles in succession, they easily captured Xiaopingjin Pass, waiting days for the capture of Mengjin Pass to proceed eastward. Now Shen Tu Tai has finally seized the western Mengjin Pass, leaving no more worries.
