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Because they had gathered before, Zhang San didn't want a large group of people to see him off when he left.

And then there's the clinging hugs I'd receive without wanting to let go.

Given Hu Xingxiang's figure, hugging her a few more times wouldn't be too bad, but it was completely unnecessary with others.

It would only increase the sorrow, and there was no need for that.

So, Zhang San had agreed with everyone that he would leave on his own on the 20th of August.

But in reality, on the early morning of August 18th, Zhang San rode Hei away from the Capital, heading north.

Of course, Zhang San entirely disliked the sentimental atmosphere of farewells; it certainly wasn't because he was worried about being ambushed on the road, changing the time of his departure to catch his enemies off guard.

While riding Hei at full speed, Zhang San's mind had already begun to consider what he would do once he reached the Northern Army.