"City entry registration: Black Tiger Camp, Yang Guanfeng, Han Wang."
After completing their registration at the city gate, the soldier captain reported to his superiors, then continued leading Yang Guanfeng and Han Wang into the city, settling them in a designated inn.
Their entry documents already stated that they had returned from the front lines under the Dynasty's recall order and were to report to the Immortal Patrol Division in Wanghai City tomorrow.
"The journey has been tiring. You two should rest well today, my lords. I will come fetch you early tomorrow morning."
"Alright. Thank you for the trouble."
"It is my duty."
The soldier captain respectfully withdrew from the cave dwelling, and the two layers of stone doors closed behind him.
Yang Guanfeng sat upon the bed while Han Wang stood at his side. The two remained silent for a long while.
"Patriarch, are you... not used to it?" Han Wang asked.
"Yes."
The corner of Yang Guanfeng's mouth twitched, which counted as a smile. "Without the sound of war drums, without the smell of blood in the air, without those killing cries soaring to the heavens... it truly feels somewhat strange."
"Me too."
Han Wang glanced at his empty left sleeve and echoed him.
After that, silence once more descended upon the cave dwelling.
The turmoil in Yang Guanfeng's heart gradually settled, and amid the stillness, his thoughts were drawn back to the day he had left home.
Back then, he had told Yang Lingqing to treat it as though he were going out to work as a hired hand. He had never expected those words to become prophecy.
He had remained on the Eastern Region border for ten years, and those years had slipped past in the blink of an eye.
"Han Wang, do you remember