The sound of shouting and killing in Li Shamao Alley was deafening.
Li Xuan seemed to return to the sandstorm-filled Guyuan, that place which often appeared in his dreams.
In those dreams, Hu Junxian rode his horse repeatedly to stand before him, asking, "Are you willing to serve in my border army?"
But in the dreams, Li Xuan never answered.
After returning to the capital, he donned new bright silver armor, with a white pheasant tail on his head, and under the constant warnings of the Honglu Temple officials, he walked majestically down Chang'an Street.
This was the scene he had envisioned a thousand times in his youth, but when he truly rode splendidly down Chang'an Street, he always felt something was missing.
But now, with a long spear in hand, enemies in front, and comrades by his side.
This was the feeling.
It finally felt right!
Li Xuan looked at Qi Zhenzhuo: "Qi Zhenzhuo, clear the way!"
Qi Zhenzhuo excitedly exclaimed: "Understood, kill!"
