After half a day's march, Ju Nanyi's troops finally saw a small team of riders galloping towards them at high speed. Moments later, they had arrived.
"Are you the brothers from the Fire Order Squad?" The newcomer wore a thick fur hat, and his breath formed a layer of white frost on the scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Is that you, Brother Zhu Ping?" Yu Yuan called out instantly, recognizing the voice of the person approaching.
"Hahaha, Yu Yuan, you brat—" The man from the other side immediately jogged a few steps to reach the front of the troop.
"Lord Ju—" The newcomer, with his face red and darkened, cheeks covered in a thick layer of scabs from the cold, didn't care about his appearance and first gave Ju Nanyi a bow, then immediately clapped Yu Yuan on the shoulder.
