"Li... Li Xuancang?!"
Zhao Changlin stared at the tall, straight-backed Li Xuancang before him, his face full of disbelief and the excitement of reuniting with an old friend.
"Lord Zhao, it's me."
Seeing Zhao Changlin, his lifesaving benefactor, again filled Li Xuancang with countless emotions.
Back then, Zhao Changlin had been too severely wounded to return to the battlefield and had been sent to the rear to recover. Li Xuancang did not know why he had appeared here.
Overjoyed, Zhao Changlin hurried forward, his happiness coming straight from the heart.
Li Xuancang had saved him from danger time and again, and now he had saved him once more. Such kindness was impossible to repay.
"Xuancang, thank you for saving me. I will never forget it for as long as I live."
With a solemn expression, Zhao Changlin thanked Li Xuancang.
"Lord Zhao, you are overstating it. It was only a small effort."
Li Xuancang lightly waved his hand, clearly unconcerned.
Zhao Changlin carefully examined Li Xuancang and discovered that he was no longer the same as before.
Li Xuancang was not wearing a Thousand-Man Commander's uniform, yet he faintly carried the oppressive air of one in a high position. Zhao Changlin's heart trembled slightly.
"Xuancang, why are you here? Has everything been going well in the army?"
Zhao Changlin asked instinctively. He knew that with Li Xuancang's abilities, it was only a matter of time before he rose through the ranks.
Before Li Xuancang could speak, Wang Xiaoniu behind him puffed out his chest and answered impatiently.
"Lord Zhao, Lord Li is already a Thousand-Man Commander and is heading to Peace Prefecture City to assume his post."
Buzz!
The moment those words were spoken, the people of the surrounding caravan went blank-faced, their bodies stiffening.
Zhao Changlin's pupils shrank abruptly.