Not caring who said that last statement, the whole troop instantly drowned in silence after hearing that.
"Warriors of Yan Bei!" Yan Xun sat on his horse, as he gazed at those who raised their hands up in the sky. His eyes formed a thin line as he firmly stated, "My father was mercilessly killed eight years ago! Yan Bei has fallen greatly in the meanwhile, trampled upon by evil. The glory of the Yan Bei warriors were also destroyed by the rotten Empire! We were all loyal people of the Empire. We guarded the borders and fought against the barbarians, as we protected the peace within the Empire. But as time passed, the prosperity of the capital clouded the eyes of the leading group in the capital. They forgot who fought beyond the boarders. They forgot who built the great walls of protection using sweat and blood! They forgot who weathered the storm and kept the Quan Rong people at bay. They forgot who saved the Empire during the most dangerous time!"
