On his horse, swaying leisurely, General Zheng didn't appear particularly grand or imposing at the moment; instead, he looked a bit lackadaisical.
Within the city, he had to maintain his image before his soldiers. But now, out here, there was no need. After all, he had no intention of cozying up to the Wildman general opposite him. This wasn't a matchmaking session where he needed to make a good first impression.
The best outcome would be for the Sword Saint to make a swift move, lopping off the Wildman commander's head. Then, they'd shout, "Time to bolt!" give their warhorses a sharp crack of the whip, and beat a hasty retreat.
Looking back at Snow Sea Pass behind him, Zheng Fan suddenly felt a little lost, unsure of what he was currently so busy with.
