Heavy cavalry general Zhu Mingkang was valiant. At the age of fourteen, he had drawn his saber to cut down a minor demon that was wreaking havoc in a town, which caught the eye of a junior officer who had led troops to suppress the unrest. However, he himself had never contacted powerful practitioners, let alone soared on clouds and driven mist.
Any practitioner capable of soaring on clouds and driving mist could easily become an existence akin to an imperial advisor in a mortal kingdom, even causing kings and ministers to bow down in worship.
Zhu Mingkang was undoubtedly exceptionally excited up in the clouds. Mixed with trepidation regarding the unknown Eternal Life Demon Palace, this constituted his state of mind at the moment.
Mingyue hung directly ahead, visible without even needing to raise one's head. It was as round as a disc covered in patterns. Drifting along the edges were patches of clouds; they ought to have been pristine white, but against the backdrop of the brilliant moonlight, they cast shadows and abruptly turned a grayish black.
They looked just like they were chasing the moon right now.
The night breeze was icy cold, blowing against Zhu Mingkang who wore no armor, causing his cloth garments to flap loudly. Fortunately, he was dressed thickly enough; otherwise, he feared he would have been frozen to death alive.
Of course, he was not afraid.
Upon learning of the various atrocities this Julu people had committed against his countrymen, he had sworn to eradicate them, and resolutely joined this strongest elite force cobbled together by the imperial court. It could be said that he had not planned to return alive when he participated in this war, having long since cast his life to the back of his mind.
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