The sound of horse hooves was neither hurried nor slow, as the General atop the horse remained calm and composed.
Hu Junxian fully matched Chen Ji's imagination of a border military leader, like a weathered mountain range standing firm, rugged, majestic, and unshakeably spanning the vast Northwest Land.
Before this moment, Chen Ji had never seen Hu Junxian's true face up close, but the instant the other appeared, he knew it had to be Hu Junxian.
In the dim and narrow street, amidst a dangerous and eerie quiet, Chen Ji gripped the hilt of his sword, coldly fixing his gaze on the other. There seemed to be a taut line between them that, as the other stepped closer, was about to snap.
