Yongyuan County, Lin Yuan City.
As the first ray of morning light broke through the darkness,
Qin Zheng's figure also appeared in the council hall.
Following his arrival, the people who had rested there for the night opened their eyes.
"Junior Brother Qin, are we setting off?"
Su Zimo looked toward Qin Zheng and was the first to inquire.
Xiang Qingyu grasped his halberd and stood up.
With Sun Zhilan's full effort, their injuries had barely recovered by half over the course of the night.
Qin Zheng looked at them, his eyes faintly flickering, then turned to the three Commanders-in-chief and asked, "Is it alright for the three of you to be away for such a long time?"
As the Commanders-in-chief of Camp Jia, Camp Yi, and Camp Bing, they were stationed in the three most dangerous counties outside of Yongyuan County.
They had come to Lin Yuan City for a few days now, and if they did not return soon, trouble could arise.