Xuanyuan Xi was temporarily unaware of his conferral as Champion Marquis; the internal strife in the southwest had been quelled, and he was preparing to return.
Before leaving, he went to Simapo, riding on Little Shiyi's horse, standing atop the high hill and gazing at the distant vast whiteness.
Guo Mang rode his horse alongside him.
Seeing him silent for a long time, Guo Mang couldn't quite grasp what he was thinking.
Through these days of interaction, Guo Mang had developed a new respect for this young boy who was even younger than his son. He possessed the passionate fervor of youth without the impulsive immaturity; he was brave and intelligent, with a calm and stable disposition.
Guo Mang often marveled that this young man seemed born for the battlefield.
The cold wind howled, and Guo Mang felt a bit of chill. He looked at the side where the boy stood, his lips cracked, his eyes resolute, and finally, he asked, "Sir, what are you looking at?"
