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Having visited the capital several times, I had seen Gu Ping a few times and knew that Ying Zhan was the legitimate son of Ying Zheng. Ying Wuyi, on the other hand, was raised by those old men from the Ying Clan. His biological father was actually the Ying Hou, who died on the battlefield, making him Ying Zheng's brother.
So for those old men of the Ying Clan, their favorite person was none other than Ying Wuyi, and I don't deny it. After all, he had earned the title of God of War.
"Young Master, there are people outside who wish to see you. They say they have an invitation."
An invitation?
The two of them exclaimed in unison, exchanging surprised glances before calling the person in.
It turned out to be the Red Maiden, who had come unexpectedly.
Ying Wuyi stood up to greet her. As a frequent visitor to Sky's End Tower, he was not unfamiliar with Hong Ling, who was gradually taking over the Hong Clan's business. They were considered old friends.
She had come to deliver invitations for both of them to attend her wedding with Yu Long in early spring.
Hong Ling happily produced two invitations, each addressed to Gu Ping and Ying Wuyi. The name "Ying Wuyi" was written much more elegantly than "Gu Ping." Gu Ping carefully compared it with Yi Dong and soon realized that one was written by Hong Ling and the other by Hong Yulong.
"I wonder how things are going with Hong Xin," he mused. "It's been quite a while since that incident in the desolate mountains."
"Things have mostly recovered," she replied. "By then, Yu Long might even be here with us."
Sighing, Ying Wuyi lamented about his cultivation level.
"One must enjoy life to the fullest; do not let the Golden Goblet remain empty under the moonlight," he said. "His life has been like this; saving people relies heavily on our talents."
Hahaha!
Even the children nearby laughed joyfully, shaking off the remaining red snow from the branches of the Meizhang.
What were they laughing about so happily?
Wen Shiren, Jiang Anbo, Han Yu, and Tan Siyuan, who had just gone out to gather supplies, were completely unaware of what had just happened at Plum Garden.
We were all here, which was perfect.
Hong Ling took out the Invitation with crooked names written on it, surprising Wen Shiren to find that he had one too. Previously, he thought that after the incident in the desolate mountains, Hong Yulong, who had used the Spirit Binding Technique, would hate him for it.
Thank you, I will definitely attend, Jiang Anbo replied succinctly.
He was quite confident; after all, he wasn't very familiar with them.
Tan Siyuan and Han Yu looked around, feeling a bit awkward.
How could they not be familiar? The Battle of Tiandong City and the Battle of the Desolate Mountains—they had both been through it with Han Yu. They were quite close to those girls; with those guys around, what was there to be afraid of? Besides, they weren't close to Yu Long. "I don't deny it," he thought. What was there to fear?
Then Han Yu hesitated for a moment before pulling Tan Siyuan along to agree with Dong Lai. Alright then.
I wonder if Master would grant us the honor, Hong Ling thought, not wanting to openly express his gratitude for Master’s help.
No worries. If the two newcomers don’t mind that old man of mine, he’ll prepare a small gift and join in on the fun.
The little girl had already made her intentions clear to her master.
Hong Ling's every move was commendable; as the heir of the Hong Clan, there was nothing about her conduct or actions that could be criticized.
Outside Anping Pass, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, walked through the snow, glancing at the invitation in his hand. The soldiers beside him looked on with envy, even knowing that it was for their wedding. Those soldiers, who could lose their lives at any moment, would still offer their heartfelt blessings.
Everyone knew that such a grand event could only be held by prominent families.
It seemed that they would soon meet again.
At this moment outside Anping Pass, only Tenglan and Leng Gucun remained—two comrades who had survived the Battle of the Desolate Mountains. After the battle concluded, everyone returned to their respective sects, but Tenglan and Leng Gucun had come to Anping Pass for different reasons: one to seek Wen Tian and the other to continue honing his skills. They coincidentally met again during this defensive mission.
To Leng Gucun's surprise, he found that there was an invitation addressed to him as well. If that was the case, then Night Emperor and Tenglan would also receive theirs.
Before the full-scale war arrived, it would be good to gather together; it would be a way to leave no regrets.
Looking at the Nine Nether Alliance outside Anping Pass, Tenglan understood that once they defended Anping Pass, when they met again, they might no longer be friends but enemies.
Putting away the invitation, Leng Gucun went to assist the soldiers nearby in mobilizing supplies in preparation for the war after spring. During this time, over five hundred thousand troops had gathered outside Anping Pass, setting up temporary camps and constructing a massive defensive formation using arrays brought from Dao Sect.
At this moment, standing on the city tower of Anping Pass was Xiao Zhang, taking a deep breath. There was no retreat left behind him.
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