"Just go to the place where you wish to go."
"Even if it is like the poison of Qi Fortune, it is enough to support such a frail body and rush to the final battle... With the great vow ahead, whether Li Guanyi wins or we win, it ultimately won't be too long."
Jiang Wanxiang murmured in his heart, then looked at these two famous generals, his aged eyes lowered, Divine Charm hidden within, yet he didn't know what he was thinking about, finally sighing.
He first instructed Yuwen Lie to wait outside. Yuwen Lie remained silent, bowed, and left.
Jiang Wanxiang gazed at He Ruoqinhu, his voice calm and gentle, as if in casual conversation, saying:
"Qinhu, how many years have you been with me?"
He Ruoqinhu replied respectfully: "I was seventeen years old when I started campaigning under Your Majesty's banner, conquering all directions. Now my hair is white, and upon a brief calculation, it's been forty-seven years."
"Forty-seven years, forty-seven years..."
"It truly is a long time."
