Thirty kilometers northwest of Xuanyuan Villa.

A group of more than 500 grey-coated men and horses were marching along the main road.

In front of the team, there are more than a dozen men in sharp shape, who are following behind a young man.

The young man's face was calm, but there was a slight fear in his eyes.

This young man, of course, is Xiaoyang.

Xiao Yang, with his team, went on walking for a while, then turned to the man next to him and said, "Brother Yang, let the brothers stop and rest. After walking thirty kilometers, we are estimated to be tired."

The man Xiao Yang called...