Xiang An encountered someone as he continued advancing.
"Are you a Servant from the Central Plains as well?" Xiang An stroked his beard and asked the red-haired Servant whose imposing aura pressed sharply upon him.
The Servant wore a white mandarin jacket, his red hair braided behind his head. His eyes held an aggressive ferocity, and he carried a Six Harmonies Great Spear over his shoulder as he casually regarded Xiang An.
"Judging by your attire, you should be a general from some dynasty?" The Servant wore a brazen smile as he raised his chin and sized Xiang An up, as though appraising him.
Though shorter than Xiang An, he did not lose to him in presence in the slightest.
Of course, that was also because Xiang An had not revealed his own aura. He had always been accustomed to keeping it hidden.
"I am no general." Xiang An merely smiled lightly, offering no further explanation.
Although no Celtic soldiers accompanied this Servant, Xiang An could not tell whether he was friend or foe. Thus, the two remained in a standoff for the moment.
"Are you from the Celts' side?" the Servant from the Central Plains asked while studying Xiang An.
"Of course not. Rather, why are you wandering alone across North America?" Xiang An countered, returning a question to the Chinese Servant.
"Not, huh? Then you're not my prey." The Central Plains Servant sighed in considerable displeasure. "From your stance and weapon alone, I can tell that you are undoubtedly an expert martial artist. You've made my hands itch. I truly want to fight you to the death right here."
"What a pity." His tone shifted, yet his eyes brightened.
He could sense that while Xiang An's movements had not changed in the slightest, his aura was already bearing