Summon

One evening, a black four-wheeled carriage stopped under an old elm tree by the entrance to Xue Cao's residence. As soon as it did, seven or eight young men dressed in archery academy's uniforms coincidentally came out from the residence. Of course, they saw Yan Liqiang who just got off the carriage too.

The students who came out from Xue Cao's residence were all his close friends from the archery academy. Their reddened eyes suggested that they had been crying earlier. When they saw Yan Liqiang, they immediately straightened up into a salute.

"Greetings, Protectorate General…!" The students stood as straight as spears at the entrance. When Xue Cao's elder brother saw Yan Liqiang, he also hurriedly bowed to Yan Liqiang. This wasn't Yan Liqiang's first visit to Xue Cao's home, so his family had seen him before. Every time Yan Liqiang came to visit, Xue Cao's family would feel extremely overwhelmed.