Time flies like an arrow, like the water of the Yangtze River, once gone, never comes back.
Under the control of Chen Feng, the leaderless territory is peaceful. Indeed, no one dares to harbor malicious thoughts.
The third year, in the harsh winter, heavy snow was falling at the frontier.
Raging cold currents swept across the land, making the environment extremely harsh.
On the city wall, Chen Feng gazed into the distance, his eyes deep.
"Only half a month remains of the three-year period. How quickly time passes."
Chen Feng sighed softly.
Three years ago, he wanted to quickly end his three-year military career and return to the imperial city.
However, now, Chen Feng knew he could not back down.
If he stepped back, the border would be in chaos, an event Chen Feng would not allow to happen.
"General Chen, are you thinking of returning to the imperial city?"
Behind Chen Feng, Long Qi asked respectfully.
