At that moment, Suiyue was tussling with an old sura in his tent.

The sura murmured apologetically, "Your highness, I apologize for slowing you down. It's because of us older fighters that the procession is going so slowly—otherwise, you'd have been in Renhuang by now."

Suiyue fondled the old sura's white strands of hair. "Don't be a fool—I care far more about you all than Renhuang."

"Your highness!" The old sura lay against Suiyue, touched by what he had said.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside the tent. "Your highness, an arrow was shot toward your tent, with a message folded around it!"

Suiyue replied irritably, "Burn...