Half an hour ago, Du Chengfeng was on horseback, hurrying back to Yang Fortress.
In theory, he wanted to stay in Jizhen, to engage in a battle of wits and courage with He Xiqing, to fight for three days and nights, but theory is just theory.
Even if his spirit still wanted to continue the fight, his body would eventually feel hunger.
The Evil Qi of weapons is not some miraculous Inner Power that could satisfy the physical exertions out of thin air. In fact, after experiencing that control of Evil Qi, the hunger in his stomach became even more apparent.
Therefore, when hungry, one must eat well.
Both he and the great saber in his hand thought so.
Earlier, while he was focused on slaughtering those grassland warriors, he forgot to search their corpses for some rations.
