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The evening breeze was somewhat cool, playing with the treetops on either side of the ancient road.
Shen Yi stood with arms folded, lazily leaning on the fiery-red steed, gazing into the horizon.
This was General Chen's mount, known to all in Qingzhou, specially used to escort him back to the city.
Off in the distance was the silhouette of the city wall, flickering in and out of view.
Shen Yi patted the steed, "Let's head back."
He had already passed the stage where he needed to rely on General Chen Qiankun's influence, so there was no need for such fanfare anymore.
The fiery-red steed nodded gently and then transformed into a streak of light, quickly vanishing into the sky.
Shen Yi's gaze settled on the void, watching the demon's lifespan rapidly depleting on the panel.
In his mind, he carefully replayed his recent encounter with the White Deer.
Even his most dependable thick-skinned body seemed so fragile in front of a genuine Embrace Pill Realm demon.
