Three Generals Camp.
General Liu Er reviewed military affairs, his brows permanently furrowed in worry.
After he handled the last piece of military duty and placed it at the corner of the table, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
He called for his subordinate to convey these commands, then Liu Er lifted the tent flap, glanced towards the camp's main gate, and then let the flap fall back, pacing back and forth with hands clasped behind his back within the tent.
"Why hasn't he returned yet?" murmured Liu Er.
Ning Zhuo had informed Liu Er of his invitation to General Shuangjing's banquet before he left.
Since morning, Liu Er had been distracted and restless.
It wasn't until a subordinate reported Ning Zhuo's return that Liu Er's face finally broke into a smile.
He immediately lifted the tent flap and ran towards the camp's main gate.
Upon meeting Ning Zhuo, he laughed heartily, his smile warm as flame: "Military Adviser, you're back! Good to have you back!"