On the other side, the army had already begun their vigorous departure, speeding away.
Wu Tiejun returned to his troops. Underneath the command banner, his whole demeanor had changed completely, becoming unrecognizably formidable. He was by leaps and bounds different from the man he had been before.
Standing tall, his robust figure was clad in a military uniform, his head topped with a golden helmet. His crimson cloak billowed behind him.
A cool, indomitable command emanated from his composed expression. He narrowed his eyes to gaze straight ahead as he rode his horse at a gallop.
It was as if he was back in that golden palace years ago, uttering those words to the emperor.
"Give me a Command Seal and I will subdue the Six States, ensuring our King rules the world with utmost grandeur!"
This was an overwhelming confidence that soared to the heavens.
