Feng Yun lifted her head to gaze at the red silk ribbon tied during her wedding, the red carpet underfoot, as she dragged along Xiao Rong, who was bound by the hands.
"Go!"
The light from the fire flickered, accompanied by the glint of swords and shadows of blades in the fight.
The night was dense, filled with a formidable killing aura.
Wen Xingsu raised his sword, standing sternly, his icy eyes reflecting the firelight beneath the eaves.
"General Wen Xingsu, by orders of the Great General, is to apprehend the rebel general, Deng Guang. Those who follow me will join my ranks and serve the General with loyalty. Those who resist will be executed without exception."
Wen Xingsu's reputation was no less than Deng Guang's.
In the Beiyong Army, there was not a single man who didn't know of General Ningyuan Wen Xingsu of the formidable Qi Army. His capture had once even sparked a wave of heated debate among the troops.
