Ao Qi's shouts pierced the night sky, and the disordered footsteps grew ever nearer.
From within the tent, Chunyu Yan let out a low chuckle.
"How timely!"
His laughter started low then rose to a frenzied pitch.
"Bring me the Suiyu Sword! Today, this Princely Heir will take several heads to use as wine cups."
"Crown Prince Chunyu," Feng Yun slowly picked up the scattered wide clothing from the ground and spoke lightly, "Andu County has enough stationed troops, the Princely Heir is well aware. Why bang your head against the wall? I advise the Princely Heir to lay low for now."
Chunyu Yan chuckled, "Qingqing, are you afraid I can't beat them?"
"The Princely Heir may be able to defeat Ao Qi, or Ye Chuang, or all of the attendants of the Beiyong Army here, but can you defeat Pei Jue and the Andu garrison? He has already taken control of thousands of miles of territory; it's hardly likely that he couldn't capture a small place like Huayuejian?"
