This person was no other than the Great Lu Yuan's younger brother.
General Bai remained on the ground.
Forcing his gaze forward, his eyes fixed on a young charming man. "Master Lu Tian?"
Lu Tian inclined his head, staring down at the fallen soldier. Long dark hair hung loose past his shoulders. He wore a plain white linen tunic, sleeves rolled to the elbows. Faint ink stained the cuffs. A small, round leather pouch hung from his fingers.
Tired lines sat under Lu Tian's eyes. He smiled.
"Why are you here, Master Lu Tian?" Bai managed to say. "Has your brother sent you in his stead?"
Lu Tian looked down at him. He laughed, the sound rolling low from his chest and building into a full, easy burst that shook his shoulders for a moment.
His brown eyes then narrowed into crescents.
Three feet away, he crouched, one hand settling on his thigh. The pouch rose to his mouth and he drank, hiccuping afterwards as his smile widened.
