A soldier from the Yuan Camp glanced at the young monk and, recognizing his identity, nodded before turning to enter the Vajra Heart Palace to relay the message.
Not long after, a youth clad in a green robe with a half-length kasaya of dark yellow draped over him, stepped out from the palace.
He had a tall and straight figure, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Underneath his sharp brows were a pair of cold and resolute eyes.
A sword hung at his waist, and he carried himself with an imposing air, like a proud dragon.
"Song."
Upon seeing the young monk, Li Qianfeng nodded slightly.
"Li Qianfeng, do you still remember me?"
The beautiful girl beside him asked, her eyes locked onto the youth, lighting up with recognition.
Li Qianfeng glanced at her and frowned, "Who are you?"
"A year ago, at Qingfeng Ridge!"
The girl's eyes shone with a hopeful light, "Do you remember?"
