Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Infusing Wu Song with Spiritual Power, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

"Surely, the moment they meet, they'll feel like old friends and cherish one another as kindred spirits!"

With that, Lin Chen took the lead in introducing Yue Fei, who stood not far away.

In truth, Lin Chen hardly needed to say much.

The instant Zhao Yun completed the spirit summoning and came into being over there—

the three thousand White Horse Ghost Riders had already erupted into an intense commotion.

Because they had felt it.

That white-robed young general who had once led them across the frontier, always charging at the very front...

had returned!

Yue Fei's gaze flashed like lightning. From Zhao Yun, he sensed martial cultivation so earth-shaking that it was not the least bit inferior to his own.

Yue Fei put on none of the airs of a Central Army commander. Instead, he held the dark-blue tiger tally in both hands and strode toward Zhao Yun.

His eyes brimmed with undisguised respect as he called out in a clear voice:

"Are you General Zhao Zilong of Changshan? I have long admired your great name—it is as thunderous as it is familiar!

I am Yue Fei, courtesy name Pengju."

Yue Fei extended the military tally in his hand, his tone earnest and solemn:

"General Zhao, I have just now helped this unit of White Horse Companions sort out and forge its military soul.

Now, I return this army whole and unblemished to Zhao!"

Zhao Yun halted, his gaze fixed tightly upon the golden-armored divine general before him.

From Yue Fei, Zhao Yun sensed an iron-blooded military soul filled with heroic passion, one that could swallow mountains and rivers whole.

That awe-inspiring authority where every order was obeyed without question, and that unwavering will to restore the fallen land without regret even after nine deaths.

At that moment, Zhao