"General He, it's been years since we last met, I missed you greatly!"
He Ningyuan smiled, "A few years is short, but it's you, King Huai, who has changed remarkably. Speaking of which, over the years across Shuofang Platform, there's another old friend. I wonder if King Huai remembers?"
"Oh, I don't have many acquaintances in the Northern Court."
"Then let me describe a feature for King Huai to guess, the person stands a full zhang high."
Liang Qu's thoughts turned, surprised, "Haruhan?"
Thousands of miles apart, atop Shuofang City.
The keen-eyed sentinels saw a spectacular scene and urgently reported it.
Inside the grand tent, the smell of oil was overwhelming, the air thick with the greasy scent.
Sunar, Bai Buhua, and Helun E had grim faces, while Haruhan, as always, had a hearty appetite, grabbing mutton like an ordinary person eats a drumstick, sucking it clean in one bite.
Ten years had passed.
