Ever since Xu Dingchun was recalled to the Capital City, Ma Bing had hardly heard any news of the old general.
Bai Yuan laughed heartily. "Excellent."
Ma Bing grinned. "That's good to hear."
Seeing Ma Bing building a rapport with Bai Yuan, the Old Prefect at their side had a bad feeling.
Unfortunately, having never served in the Northern Garrison Army or held a position in the Ministry of War, he couldn't find a way to join the conversation.
He finally managed to chime in, "I, too, have long admired Lord Xu."
After the pleasantries were exchanged, Bai Yuan's expression turned serious.
Seeing Bai Yuan's expression, Ma Bing and Lei Ting also grew solemn and stood ready. They had already heard some rumors.
Bai Yuan took an ornate jade sword from a soldier.
