With a heavy gaze, neither Xue Tianxing nor Yuan Shitong could say anything.
Yuan Shitong looked at the last note on the letter, reading the words about the northern campaign, mending the heavens with one's body, and restoring the old lands. Finally, he understood that such kindred spirits had moved Yue Pengwu, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
Not even over a dozen Imperial Decrees from Emperor Chen could call Yue Pengwu back.
A single letter from Li Guanyi, however, brought this steadfast and steady Divine General, who had experienced betrayal and countless battlefields, back because of their kindred spirits and unity in heart and purpose, joint to strategize for the world.
The two fifty-year-old veteran generals exchanged a glance at each other, looking at Yue Pengwu, their hearts filled with sighs.
This was what the former Taiping Duke and Chen Fubi had hoped for, the strongest Yue Pengwu.
