Moonlight shone down, making the great desert look like snow.
Song Ciwan walked slowly to a bonfire. Beside it, two soldiers of the West Wind Army were dozing off.
She raised a hand and gestured behind her, remotely retrieving her Han Guang Glaze Residence.
Deputy General Cai An was also on night watch. He sat by a prominent bonfire, wiping his saber with a piece of tanned Demon Beast Fur.
The saber's edge was sharp and gleamed brightly, reflecting the moonlight like a pool of autumn water. But along its spine ran a vibrant red line, like a vein, from which a biting, malevolent aura emanated, revealing the weapon to be extraordinary.
She didn't see Yu Wenxu. He was either resting in his tent or had gone somewhere else.
In the distance, the sound of the wind was faint. Wiping his blade, Cai An suddenly asked Song Ciwan, "Xing Lan Fairy, this humble general has a question. I wonder if you would be so kind as to answer?"
Song Ciwan replied, "Please ask, General Cai."
