Chu He stood atop a vast hill on the border, his gaze sweeping across the boundless land toward the distant horizon.
The sound of hoofbeats shattered the silence.
A squad of more than ten fully armed Martial Artists galloped over at great speed, their figures gradually becoming clear amidst a cloud of dust.
The squad leader at the head, clad in Silver Armor and holding a long spear, scanned Chu He with a sharp gaze. His tone was scrutinizing as he asked, "Are you Chu He?"
Chu He nodded slightly, his voice calm and firm. "I am."
The squad leader nodded, as if he had known Chu He's identity all along. He continued, "Our Patriarch is aware of your arrival and has given special instructions. Should we encounter you, we are to invite you to a banquet the family has prepared for you."
His tone held no trace of humility, let alone any reverence for Chu He.
On the contrary, it was filled with a condescending arrogance.
"Do you know what your family did to mine?" Chu He asked lightly.
