Zhang Mingyuan took the three-foot-long sword and bowed, "Disciple understands."
In ordinary times, it was already not Han Muye who dealt with the affairs of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, but Zhang Mingyuan was in charge.
Although Xu Fengran and the others had formidable cultivation abilities, they were not clear about the affairs of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, nor did they have the leisure to bother with these matters.
Only Zhang Mingyuan's identity was most suitable.
Han Muye followed the soldiers, passing through campsite after campsite, with a stretch of black military tents in front.
The military camp of garrison soldiers.
The garrison soldiers charged with patrolling and protecting the main camp were stationed here.
Behind the black military tents lay a space permeated with red, surging with the tumbling power of qi and blood that made one's heart palpitate.
There, powers of heaven and earth surged in several places.
