The distinct elegance of Diao Chan was contrasted by the cool and ethereal aura unique to the Little Dragon Girl.
Clad in armor and holding a spear, she resembled a sunset tinged with red, inexplicably giving off a sense of desolation.
This feeling was strange.
Ding Ling guessed it was related to her spending much time in the ancient tomb, or perhaps it was due to her temperament.
Ding Ling didn't ponder much on it, constantly guiding the Little Dragon Girl on key spear techniques along the way.
When they eventually reached the outskirts of the Mongolian Camp,
The spear techniques of the Little Dragon Girl had advanced significantly beyond the entry level.
It was competent enough for slaughter on the battlefield.
Seeing this, Ding Ling felt reassured, gave her a few words of advice, and then looked ahead.
Da-da-da!
A group of Mongolian Cavalry seemed to have spotted Ding Ling and his companion. Immediately, a junior officer shouted and led his team to approach.
