He would steadfastly honor the oath he once made, for his entire life, forever guarding the Southern Frontier.
Death, of course, would also find him on the battlefield.
At this moment, Xiang Qingtian was like a war god incarnate, valiant and invincible.
In his eagle-like eyes, there was no fear, and a faint smile still lingered on his lips.
Ye Wanlan stared blankly at that familiar face. In the six years after her departure, Xiang Qingtian hadn't changed much and was still the elder who liked to tease her as he did in her memories.
She was not mistaken, this Gold-Inlaid Iron Hook truly belonged to the Prince of Chu, an antique.
She vaguely remembered Ning Zhaozong mentioning the origin of this Gold-Inlaid Iron Hook to her, it was a gift from him and the Prince of Chu's father, the previous Emperor.
Among Zhaozong's generation, the Prince of Chu was the youngest child and was the most favored by the late Emperor.
Thus, Xiang Qingtian also carried an air of arrogance.