Li Guanyi lifted his sword.
The sharp weapon bestowed by the Emperor was still as keen as new.
The sword he had snatched was already so dull it was useless.
He discarded the thing, looked around, and someone handed him a knife. He turned to see it was a young boy. The boy spoke, using the Tiele language. It wasn't just Central Plains people here; there were Turkic, Tiele, and Jiangnan people as well.
Li Guanyi seriously thanked him in the Tiele language.
The boy was stunned, his eyes wide as he quickly ran back to his original spot. Li Guanyi heard him stuttering to the children beside him, saying that someone from their tribe was here, that he believed his brothers would not abandon them, so they should believe as well.
There must be someone, hoping that you also live well.
Li Guanyi lowered his eyes.
He gripped a new knife, his body half drenched in fresh blood, and he said to the men in front of him, "Come on."
The youth stepped forward, a weapon in each hand.