As dusk approached.
The fiery clouds painted the entire sky.
On the spacious official road, Xie Jingchen and Xie Jingchuan galloped on horseback.
The horses ran fast, and dust swirled into the air.
From afar, wisps of smoke were visible.
That was the military camp cooking their meals.
As they rode to the front of the camp, just as Xie Jingchen was about to dismount, he heard the guards say, "Greetings to the Young Master."
Xie Jingchen, "…."
They called him Young Master.
It must be the Flying Tiger Army.
Not only the guards were from the Flying Tiger Army.
Inside the camp, every soldier called Xie Jingchen Young Master.
With each call, Xie Jingchuan's brows furrowed.
Grandfather returned triumphantly, yet he brought with him the bandits under Marquis Dongxiang's command?!
It wasn't until they reached the tent of Duke Zhen that they saw two familiar faces.
They were trusted aides of Duke Zhen.
