Separation

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He Peiyuan’s eyes brightened, and he then looked at Wen Qisheng, whose identity was powerful and made him tense, with expectation.

Wen Qisheng smiled and stood silently in the same place for a while before speaking in a calm tone, "Are you his father?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He Peiyuan’s body trembled. "Is my son, He Feng, alive or dead?"

"Be at ease! He is not dead!" Wen Qisheng seemed to be thinking of something and then sighed. "Your son is really powerful! He wasn’t on our team, so he left earlier than us."

Suddenly, He Peiyuan cried after hearing the good news about his son; he felt his tough days on the road were worth it. Most of the young soldiers were affected by He Peiyuan’s emotional state.

"Come with us to Shangjing. Your son is on the way to Shangjing, and you may be able to meet him if we hasten our pace." Wen Qisheng said and suddenly looked at Chu Han.

"Great! Great!" He Peiyuan immediately agreed.