"Shut up!" Wu Zhong shook off her hand, his eyes filled with viciousness, "If we don't achieve military merit, how can we establish ourselves in the Imperial Court?" Although saying this, his heart was also filled with unease, but he was unwilling to show it in front of others.
And a hundred miles away at Piaomiao Peak, sunlight pierced through the clouds, turning the mist wrapping the mountain into wisps of white smoke.
Liao Pei stood at the edge of the broken rock with an iron crutch, the mottled staff still stained with the blood of the Jinyi Guard from the previous day.
He looked at the bodies strewn across the mountain path, a surge of pride welling up in his heart. "These old bones have followed Grand Squad Leader Shi traversing the Jianghu for over a decade, with more than a thousand scars on my body. Do these imperial dogs even deserve to compete with us?" He laughed out loud, his laughter filled with disdain for the enemy.
