Xie Xun raised his head to look at the sky. How could he not want to take their place? Before his Second Brother went to the battlefield, whenever a challenge came, it was either him or Fang Chuning who stepped up to fight in his stead.
Xie Jue spoke gently, "Mother, I will surely return safely."
"Good, Mother will prepare wine and wait for you and Chuning to come back."
Marquis Zhenbei only said one thing, "Just do your best!"
"Understood!" Xie Jue and Fang Chuning accepted the order and leaped onto their horses.
Ahead, Dugu Jing was already fully prepared. Twelve riders lined up at the starting point, and with the sound of a horn, twelve warhorses shot toward Xiyanshan like arrows released from their strings. Xie Jue and Fang Chuning slowly held back a few paces, then abruptly turned their horses toward the northwest to enter Xiyanshan, avoiding a direct confrontation with Dugu Jing. Otherwise, stepping into Xiyanshan would mean a death match, which was unnecessary.
