Seeing that Old Du was about to reveal Huo Yuhao's identity, Dai Yueheng reacted swiftly, waving a hand in front of himself and shooting him a meaningful look.
As the White Tiger Duke's most trusted retainer, Old Du lacked neither loyalty nor the ability to read people's expressions. He caught on immediately and stopped himself in time.
He glanced at Huo Yuhao, whose lips curved slightly into an enigmatic smile.
Struggling to hold back the churning turmoil inside her, Wang Dong snapped at Huo Yuhao, "What are you grinning like an idiot for?"
"Nothing." Huo Yuhao turned his head. "Brother Caitou, give me a Hua Zi."
"Here..."
He Caitou did not even have the strength to chant his soul incantation. He weakly tossed him a nearly dried-out one from his Soul Tool.
Huo Yuhao caught it without a care.
It had still been the dead of night when they reached the Star Luo Empire's western border. By the time they finished resting, dawn was nearly breaking.
The group set off again, rising into the air with their Flying Soul Tools and following Old Du and the White Tiger Guard.
An endless stretch of military camps had been built along the mountains, all neatly laid out. Even from afar, they could feel a grim, battle-ready aura.
"Hup-"
"Ha-"
It was early morning, and many soldiers had already begun drilling. Their movements and shouts were perfectly synchronized, their bearing imposing.
Flying slowly beside Huo Yuhao, Dai Yueheng smiled. "Yuhao, how long has it been since you last visited the military camps? What do you think of the Central Legion's spirit? Though they haven't fought a battle in quite some time, they've never slacked off in their training."
A hint of pride appeared on his face as he looked down at the camps.