The sunset blazed like fire, staining half the sky red. The thousand-strong cavalry finally reached the Western Great Camp before the sun had fully set.
The moment they returned to camp, Mo Cheng ordered the cavalry to rest, then dragged Li Yan toward the city.
Before long, Mo Cheng met Chu Huangming inside the commanding general's manor.
"General Chu, what exactly is the situation now?"
Chu Huangming did not answer at once. Instead, he looked toward Li Yan beside him.
"And this brother is?"
"Wan Sanhuo. Greetings, General."
"Oh! So you're Wan Sanhuo!?"
"Hehe, General, you flatter me. Wan Sanhuo isn't some famed figure of the martial world. No one should be impersonating me."
"Hahahahaha, Brother Wan, you're mistaken there."
Chu Huangming seemed delighted. Grinning broadly, he said, "You've been in the martial world for less than a month, yet you've already done many great things."
"The Fierce Wind Bandits and Black Cloud Stronghold on Dark Cloud Peak were both bandit gangs numbering a thousand men, yet every one of them perished by your hand alone."
"It's just a pity. If those bandit scum had been spared and thrown onto the battlefield to fight the enemy, they could at least have served one final purpose."
Li Yan fell silent. Look at that, look at that—this was the real ruthless man!
He was merely a butcher who killed with a blade, yet this man wanted to put enemies to use, squeezing out their last bit of value even in death.
"Haha, it's good that General Chu has heard of Brother Wan. If Brother Wan hadn't helped me before, I fear I would never have lived to see you again."
"Thank you, young hero."
A moment ago, he had been Brother Wan; now he was a young hero. It was clear just