Sikong Jing closed his eyes deeply, and only after a long while did he regain his composure.
No matter what, it was a great thing that Sui Yu had not been exposed.
Next, he announced to the hundred thousand troops and the Brocade Sect members that they could return home. One after another, they erupted into excited cheers.
Soon, Sikong Jing led the hundred thousand troops away from the Dark Dragon Mountains...
As for the Brocade Sect members, Sui Yu would make arrangements for them.
On the way back, fifty thousand men split from Sikong Jing and returned to Qingyun City, while another twenty thousand returned to other cities in Yun Province. Sikong Jing led only thirty thousand men as they hurried toward Yunye City.
The bandit problem along the way had grown even worse, with many Xia Kingdom soldiers mingling among them. All of Yun Province had become a pot of boiling porridge.
Wherever Sikong Jing's thirty thousand troops passed, blood and corpses carpeted the ground. His heart was already flying home.
Yunye City, City Lord's Mansion.
Su Yuexi stood anxiously before the mansion gates, her face beneath the Flowing Cloud Flying Squirrel fur scarf pale as paper.
Suddenly, she saw a group of people emerge from the City Lord's Mansion. At their head was none other than the rotund City Lord, Duan Chengshan.
Su Yuexi hurriedly rushed forward and asked, "City Lord, is there any news of my Jing Gege?"
More than twenty days had passed, yet there had been no news from Jing Gege at all.
Even more terrifyingly, Xia Kingdom's army of several million had breached Yun Province's border war cities. More than half a month had passed since then.
Ever since news arrived that Xia Kingdom's army had invaded Yun Province, Su Yuexi had