Marquis of Champion?
The three words exploded in Lin Qiye's ears like thunder.
In the history of Great Xia, only one person could bear that title... Huo Qubing!
Since Huo Qubing was in this era, did that mean this was the Western Han?
The Sacred Covenant had actually brought him to the Western Han?
Following everyone's gaze, Lin Qiye looked ahead and saw a densely packed army already encamped some four or five li beyond the city gate. Four fine horses kicked up clouds of dust as they raced toward the gate!
At the same time, the commoners who had been standing before the gate waiting to enter all stepped aside, leaving a broad path into the city.
As the four mounted figures drew closer, everyone finally saw them clearly.
At the forefront was a young general in armor. He looked no older than twenty-four or twenty-five, yet his eyes held a steadfastness and sharpness that did not belong to someone his age. A bright red battle cloak fluttered behind him in the wind.
"It really is him..." Lin Qiye's eyes lit up when he saw that familiar face.
This Huo Qubing was almost identical to the one he had met on National Destiny Island. The only difference was that this young general lacked some of the weariness and depth in his expression.
Huo Qubing rode a white horse, holding a pitch-black iron chain in his hand. The other end of the chain was attached to a woman dressed in prison garb.
Her face was caked in dust and mud, making her features impossible to see. Her pale prison clothes were crumpled and tattered, and a heavy cangue was locked over her shoulders. Messy black hair spilled across it as her body swayed slightly with the horse's jolting steps.
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