Shi Feiyang pondered for a moment, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Go! Gather the troops immediately and head to Jiangnan. No matter who is behind this, if they dare to make waves in my Great Ming territory, they must pay the price!"
His voice was resolute and commanding.
Xie Wen clasped his fists and bowed, then employed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," swiftly merging into the air, disappearing instantly.
The autumn wind swept through the felt tents of the Lindan Tribe, making the silver ornaments by Princess Gugela's temples chime. The rose-red silk gown she wore fluttered in the wind, the embroidered twin lotus flowers on the hem seeming to fade in the twilight, just like her fluctuating emotions at the moment.
Shi Feiyang was outside the tent packing his gear, his black battle robe flapping sharply in the wind, the cold sheen of the dragon tower ring on his left middle finger flashing faintly, highlighting his handsome features.
