"I'll definitely bring it!" Chan daozi was more than happy to hear that.
The king's Dragon Sword was something that only the Prince of Liang had the right to give and take back. Who would take the initiative to return it?
He could already imagine the Prince of Liang's rage when he saw the Dragon Sword of the king.
Although Xia qingchen had returned alive, he shouldn't think about being put in an important position again.
After he left, Fang cuihong carried the flag of the cloudmist battle group and came before Xia qingchen.
There were still wet tears on the flag.
"Lord Xia, our flag!" Fang cuihong couldn't help but feel sad, and her tears blurred.
Xia qingchen patted her shoulder and glanced at the female soldiers who had surrounded them. "Our flag has never fallen. It will always be here!"
Xia qingchen's finger pointed at his chest.
That was the heart!
"As long as my heart is there, the misty cloud battle group will be there!"
