Hearing the soldiers discuss, Xiao Chen felt a deep sense of emotion. He wondered how many years had passed, what had become of his friends and enemies?
Xiao Chen bypassed them, travelling dozens of miles to arrive at the Yellow River.
The surging river, with its yellow water, roared like a giant dragon.
Xiao Chen gazed at the rolling river, as if immersed in distant memories. Only after a long while did he stride away, deciding to travel around Jiuzhou to see the changes over the years.
At that moment, a rumbling sound emerged from the ground. Ahead on the main road, a group of cavalry approached like a dark cloud, stirring up a cloud of dust as they galloped.
The knights in the front row shone in their iron armor, holding the Red Blood Dragon Banner. With the flag fluttering in the wind, they were quite imposing. The knights behind them were no less extraordinary, each clad in iron armor and wielding a dazzling halberd.
