The battle ended swiftly.
Bodies lay in disarray across the ground, some killed with a single blow, others with severed hands and feet. Northern Yong troops carried the dead away, meanwhile clearing the battlefield. If not for the lingering scent of blood in the air, nobody would know that a fierce fight had just taken place here, claiming dozens of lives.
It was only now that Feng Yun stepped down from the ox cart and greeted Pei Jue with a bow.
"I owe the general thanks for his timely intervention; otherwise, we might have lost our lives."
She spoke politely yet distantly while Pei Jue, tall and long-legged, sat astride his horse without a move, "Hmm."
His response was indifferent, as if he had acknowledged her but also as if he never had.
Feng Yun felt no surprise.
Pei Jue had always been like this; even in the intimate moments in bed, he'd only hum to show he heard her. Asking him to say more was harder than ascending to heaven.
