"How is it?"
Outside Jiangnan, the Duke of Qin arrived in person, accompanied not only by several other old dukes with illustrious wartime achievements but also by three of the top ten court magicians!
At that moment, two figures descended from the sky, each with a pair of wings. One had metallic black wings, imposing and majestic, while the other's were blazing red lotus, flamboyantly magnificent—it was Weichi Peng and Fei Jun!
The Duke of Qin, now clad in military attire, had a style that was originally delicate and frail but now, adorned with armor, he exuded a general's commanding presence. His aura stood undiminished even amongst a group of tall, well-built officers.
"Reporting to the Duke." Both men paid their respects with a serious expression. In the end, it was Weichi Peng who reported, "There seems to be no end in sight, at least ten thousand zhang up, it's still the same..."
"Ten thousand zhang up?" gravitas filled the fair face of the Duke of Qin.
