"Xuancang, this batch of grain concerns the stability of the commandery city. You must proceed with utmost caution."
Zhou Xingzhan solemnly warned Li Xuancang. If this grain failed to reach the city, unrest would inevitably erupt within it.
The people regarded food as heaven. Without grain, the common folk would go completely mad. By then, the commandery city would face trouble both within and without, hanging by a thread.
"Rest assured, Commander. I will definitely escort the grain back to Profound Sun Commandery City."
Li Xuancang had faith in his own strength and feared nothing.
More than half a month had passed since his clash with the Barbarians' Blood Condensation Realm expert, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. Even if he encountered another Blood Condensation Realm expert, he was confident he could kill them.
He even hoped the Barbarians and Demon Race would make a move, so he could earn merit.
Li Xuancang was brimming with ambition. The position of Battalion Commander couldn't satisfy his appetite at all.
He wanted to rise through the ranks as quickly as possible—Thousand-Man Commander, Commandant, Garrison Commander... climbing step by step to the very top and taking his life and death into his own hands.
"Time waits for no one. Immediately prepare the troops and depart this afternoon."
The longer they delayed, the more likely something would change. The sooner the grain was brought back, the sooner Zhou Xingzhan could rest easy.
"Yes, sir."
Li Xuancang respectfully withdrew.
Li Xuancang's soldiers trained the hardest on ordinary days. Their discipline was strict, and orders were carried out without fail.
At a single command, the force of more than five hundred men assembled swiftly.
"Move out!"
Riding a black steed, Li Xuancang led the troops out of the city in a mighty procession.