The horse galloped forward, and Xiahou Xuan pulled on the reins, dismounted, and strode ahead.
Wu Qiong saw those behind him, including Gong Yu, Xue Qinshuang, and a disciple from The Number One Manor in the World, but what surprised him the most were the two elders and the unassuming servant. Tian Zhide was also there, holding a silver spear.
He was visibly moved and found himself at a loss for words.
Jiang Yang, however, seemed to have anticipated this, loosened his grip on his daughter's hand, and saluted in the direction of Li Qidao with a bow, calmly saying,
"Jianghu hermit Jiang Yang, at your service, General Li."
Many glances turned towards Li Qidao, who slowly set down the wine pot in his hand. He looked at the somewhat familiar middle-aged man in front of him and couldn't connect him with the memory of that person from his past. His brows slightly furrowed, he spoke slowly:
"It's you."
Jiang Yang straightened up and smiled,
