He Had Crossed Blows with Lady Jiang, After All

Yellow dust filled the air along the official road outside Liangzhou City.

A party of over a dozen riders kicked up billowing clouds of dust.

Jiang Yuechu rode at the head on her Scarlet-eyed Steed.

Behind her followed Liu Chen and several of their old comrades.

Only now, the atmosphere felt rather subdued.

The men who usually swaggered about barking orders sat ramrod straight in their saddles, their eyes constantly straying toward the rider at the front.

Especially Zhao Hu.

The burly man with a brutish face hunched his neck, wishing he could bury his head in his horse's mane, terrified that the formidable lady ahead might turn and glance at him.

Two months.

Just two months.

She was already a Sixth-Rank Langjiang, a formidable expert in the Core Formation Realm.

And what about them?

After all these years, they were still scraping by at the very bottom of the Demon-Suppression Guards.

How could the gap between people be wider than the gap between a person and a dog?

Zhao Hu swallowed, filled with bitterness and lingering fear.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness I backed down back then.

If I'd really let the blood rush to my head and tried to settle the score, or tripped her up behind her back...

Zhao Hu shuddered and rubbed his neck.

The grass on my grave would probably be three feet tall by now.

As though sensing the unease behind her, Jiang Yuechu gently pulled on the reins and slowed her horse to ride alongside the others.

"We used to be on the same team. There's no need to be so stiff."

Though cold by nature, she was not someone who insisted on putting on airs.

As long as no one provoked her, she was always easy to talk to.

Seeing her attitude, the