His expression changed abruptly as he hurriedly sensed the situation in the neighboring room, aware that Zhao QingXue was still there. Although he let out a great sigh of relief, what followed was worry for the journey after reaching Hexi Prefecture tomorrow.
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New Yu Era 1327, early June 7th
At Longxiang Ferry, the well-prepared thirty thousand soldiers of Hou Clan's Red Flame Army had been waiting for quite some time. Three hundred White Feather Guards, along with the carriage of Zhao QingXue, were escorted ashore, and the Red Flame Army, mounted on their war horses, immediately split into two, surrounding the carriage in the middle.
In the front line of the army, a towering brawny man clad in black armor galloped forward on his war horse and bowed to Hou Yuxiao, saying, "Family Head, shall we start the journey immediately?"
"Changlong, it's you who came this time?"
