No matter how bereaved Yun Yang felt, he had still caught up to the withdrawing troop that was guarding Qiu Jianhan by dawn.
Marquis Yun and Bai Yixue led the left and right flanks respectively; their strong divine senses were carefully attuned to the surrounding movements at all times. The four noble young masters and elites from the families stayed in the center, surrounding and guarding the old marshal.
They had moved extremely slowly along the entire way. Despite the fact that they had made good progress, Yun Yang had still caught up easily.
"How is the old marshal now?" Yun Yang asked softly.
Yun Yang was confident about his treasured blood. He believed that Old Marshal could only be better now, it was impossible for him to deteriorate. The question was a mere formality.
"How's the war?" Shangguan Lingxiu asked impatiently.
"The war…"
Hearing that Yun Yang had rushed back, everyone naturally gathered around him to find out about the warfare.