Gong Zhiyu closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
He had predicted that Chi Tong had made a certain amount of preparation before he dared to declare war on Zhai Xing Lou. Previously, Zhai Xing Lou had created an enmity with Fu Guang City that could not be resolved. As long as Chi Tong was not stupid, he would take the opportunity and drag Fu Guang City into the battle.
And this…
Was Gong Zhiyu's greatest concern.
Earlier, he had tried to end the battle as soon as possible, hoping he would not encounter the troop from Fu Guang City.
For no other reason than not wishing to… face that young girl, who had given him such warmth, on the battlefield.
Unfortunately…
In the end, this had been unavoidable.
Gong Zhiyu opened his eyes. He looked towards the front of the troop. Dressed in silver scaled-armor and cutting a valiant and heroic figure, she had grown much since that time in Ji City. She had become an even more brilliant and gorgeous young lady.
