Entering the military tent, everything around still resembled the layout from when Xu Yuan had last visited not long ago.
Sand tables, armor beds, and various weapons gave off an aura of solemnity and dignity.
Li Qingyan was not there.
The vastness of the empty tent was so quiet that it was somewhat unsettling.
"Tap....."
"Tap..."
The sound of boots treading lightly on the ground, Xu Yuan walked further in while his gaze shifted from the vacant top seat to some scattered rags on the floor.
Staring at the "rags" on the ground that were stained with a viscous black liquid and faintly gleaming with a metallic luster, Xu Yuan bent down to pick up a particularly large piece, feeling the Formation Patterns on it, a strange glint flashed in his eyes.
This was... fragments of armor.
Li Qingyan's armor?
The armor of a military leader had long surpassed the concept of standard issue, as they were custom-made to perfectly match the leader's subordinates' Military Formation Technique.
