The wind and sand of the borderlands, the cruel battlefield, had carved more resolve into his features; that empty sleeve, that haggard face, lent him an added touch of bleak desolation. Yet his gaze was still so earnest, so absolute.
He had changed; he was no longer the Qu Fengting of the past.
Thinking back on all the past grudges and entanglements, a vague emotion rose in Mu Hanyan's heart.
"Am I, Mu Hanyan, the sort who says one thing and means another? But what I'm saving is Beining Pass, not the Fifth Prince." Mu Hanyan said each word like a hammer striking stone, then spurred the Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast and shot out.
"Let's go. By now you still don't know Young Master Mu's temper? Your Fifth Prince is saved this time." He Qingwei patted the still-stunned Qu Fengting, then followed as well.
Only then did Qu Fengting seem to wake from a dream; a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, and he too rushed after them.
