"Come forward with me and question them!"
Tuoba Liwei looked at the personal guards beside him, then rode out of the formation.
Seeing this, Wen Yang also rode out.
The two met before the formations and sized each other up.
At the sight of the other man, Wen Yang finally understood why Shamohan had grown so tall and broad: his father was built the same way.
Though Tuoba Liwei was old, the armor on his body did not hang loose in the slightest. It fitted him snugly, and he looked like an aged fierce tiger.
By comparison, however, Wen Yang's imposing presence was clearly even stronger.
His eyes alone made him look formidable. There was a sharp edge to his gaze that ordinary people would not even dare meet.
Liwei finally spoke. "Who are you? Why have you trespassed into our Xianbei territory?!"
Wen Yang answered casually, "Wen Yang, General Who Pacifies the North! And who are you?!"
"Tuoba Liwei, Xianbei Chieftain!"
Wen Yang finally felt a hint of being evenly matched. Ever since leaving the Yan Kingdom, every tribal chieftain and even every local official he had encountered had spoken to him with the utmost caution. Not one had dared converse with him normally. Finally!
Wen Yang smiled. "So you're Liwei. I've met your son. He does look like you, but I never expected you to be this old."
Liwei did not take up the subject and merely demanded, "Why has Wei's General Who Pacifies the North appeared here?"
"I came expressly to scout the surrounding area on the orders of the General Who Guards the North. What, am I forbidden from coming here?!"
Wen Yang's tone grew heavier.
The Tuoba Tribe had sent a hostage prince and voluntarily requested entry into the tributary system. In name, then, Wei