Marquis Mansion.
In the front hall.
The afternoon sunlight poured down through the glazed skylight above the roof, refracting downwards, like scattered gold splashed all over the floor.
"The grace of the Prince's reconstruction, Zhong is deeply grateful. Now that my injuries have largely healed, I am willing to be the vanguard, to serve the Prince, and to fight the Yellow Heaven bandits once more."
Jiang Ning waved his hand: "There's no need for such trouble."
Then, he turned his gaze to Zhou Sheng: "Brother Zhou, briefly tell me about the current information on the Yellow Heaven Sect's army. I'll go over there later, and this matter will naturally be resolved."
Upon hearing Jiang Ning's words, Zhou Sheng's spirit was lifted, and he immediately composed himself.
