The snow that had fallen for days finally stopped in the early morning.
The overcast sky cleared, and the light of dawn rose from the eastern horizon, bringing a little warmth back to this frozen world.
It gave the countless soldiers of the Northern Border Legion, whose hearts had been shrouded in gloom, an indescribable sense of relief.
What they did not know, however, was that while they had breathed a sigh of relief, every senior figure, every high-ranking member of the entire Northern Border Legion, had their heart in their throat that morning.
Outside Anling City, in the wilderness closest to the Heavenly Tomb, over a hundred figures stood at the edge of a small hill.
The chiefs of the Northern Border Legion barely dared to breathe as they looked at the figure before them.
Even those who had heard Su Ping speak that night and had formed some guesses had never expected this man to actually come.
That tall, straight figure stood on the solitary cliff like an ageless pine, evergreen for eternity.
A figure like him was extraordinarily distant from all of them.
Yet a faint smile rested on his lips now. His gaze passed over them, even moving away from Su Ping to linger briefly on Su Anyong beside him, before he smiled and nodded.
It was the first time Su Ping had seen his old man look so overwhelmed by an unexpected honor.
Even though the old geezer had already met this man once when he came to call on Su Ping last night.
Finally, the Sacred Dragon Legend slowly turned his gaze toward the full hundred members of the Heavenly Tomb Beast Tamer Unit behind everyone else.
Sensing that gaze fall on them, Li Feng at their head and the several deputy captains all