Seeing how happy Feng Xiyan was, Bai Hanyun's mood also improved. She smiled and responded, "Alright."
With her approval, Feng Xiyan quickly wrapped the bronze mirror in red silk, carried it, and left the tent.
Circulating his internal energy through his legs, Feng Xiyan activated his lightness skill and kicked the ground, soaring into the air.
Five minutes later, he arrived at the Feng Army's warehouse area.
When the patrolling soldiers saw him, they clasped their fists. "This subordinate greets the Great General!"
Feng Xiyan nodded at them and walked toward the military tents used for storage. Choosing one located far from the others, he stepped inside and unwrapped the bronze mirror.
Looking into it, he said, "Fairy Bai, Xiyan is ready to receive the kerosene."
A second later, Bai Hanyun responded, "Got it. Feng Xiyan, the goods are heavy. You should stand back. Be careful, you will get hurt."
Noticing the concern in her voice, Feng Xiyan smiled. "Xiyan understands."
