"In battle beyond a thousand people."
"Besides that."
"The rear has also redistributed supplies to replenish, and our army's crisis has been averted."
Li Xin came into the main hall, reporting to Huan Yi.
"Is there a sense of surviving a disaster?"
Huan Yi looked up, speaking to Li Xin.
"Indeed."
Li Xin nodded, a look of lingering fear on his face: "If not for Lord Wu'an's reminder, perhaps our army would have faced complete destruction, and Hangu would have ceased to exist."
"Lord Wu'an's kindness."
"I will remember it, you must remember it, and all the soldiers of the Hangu Pass Camp must remember it."
"This is a life-saving grace."
"Even more, it's a virtuous return for enmity," Huan Yi gravely said.
"I understand." Li Xin nodded heavily.
"Lord Wu'an."
"Only twenty-four years old, a generation younger than me, yet his character and courage surpass mine." Huan Yi raised his head, full of admiration.
"Shangjiangjun."
