In the dark of night, Chen Ji heard the clash of metal behind him.
Yuan Xing lay hopelessly on his horse's back, watching the Right Martial Guard and the Hu Ben Army slaughter each other as if two mountains had fiercely collided.
Iron armor grinded against iron armor, producing a piercing shriek, while warhorses crashed into each other, breaking their front legs and collapsing, flinging the riders from their backs.
Yuan Xing muttered, "Kid, do you know how much a warhorse costs in silver? And how much to repair a set of armor? With this happening, I can forget about ever entering the Central Council..."
Chen Ji calmly replied, "You should worry about surviving to return to Shangjing first."
