The morning light in the East suddenly appeared, the sky breaking with the white of dawn.
The great army of Ji Country suddenly all advanced from the camp, splitting into numerous forces, attacking towards the Eastern defense line of Qingming. In the main camp, Xiao Jingyuan sat in the Central Army, eyes closed, nourishing spirit, with his adopted son standing behind him, face filled with dissatisfaction.
At this time, sitting in the commander's seat was a fair-skinned Confucian Scholar, looking quite impressive, dressed in silk, appearing middle-aged. But with his late-stage Dharma cultivation, sitting in this commander's seat, he was quite eye-catching.
On the ground in the tent, there were several fresh bloodstains.
