Time flowed by.
Three days passed in a flash.
The Seventh Prince's army that was heading to the county capital gathered on the morning of the fourth day and began their journey.
Xu Qing, the captain, and Kong Xianglong were all in the crowd.
As the army moved forward and gradually left the defense line, Xu Qing turned his head and looked toward the north and west.
In these two months, he had experienced many things and seen too many life-and-death situations.
At that moment, there were many cultivators who looked in the north and west like him. Most of them were Sword Holders from Fenghai County.
After a long time, Xu Qing retracted his gaze and looked at the four-clawed golden dragon surrounded by hundreds of black dragons in the distance.
Even if only a tiny part of its massive body was visible through the clouds and mist, it exuded a sense of divinity. Not to mention the figure sitting in the carriage.