Guan Hai, holding his long spear with a calm expression, walked out of the great tent. The Yellow Turbans who had been surrounding the tent automatically made way for him, silently watching as Guan Hai plowed toward the exterior of the large camp.
Mounting the chestnut horse that Guan Yu had sent over, Guan Hai pulled on the reins and charged toward the edge of the camp.
The Yellow Turban Commanders behind him also did their best to follow, and some hundreds of meters away stood Guan Yu and his line of cavalry.
"Guan Hai, you truly are a man of your word," Guan Yu felt from afar a surge of Inner Qi no weaker than that of Hua Xiong in the past. When he saw the other man's horse charging out, Guan Yu understood that this was the Guan Hai Liao Hua had spoken of.