Winds of change swept through the vast Qiyun Road, carrying with them a deadly solemnity.
「A certain villa complex.」
In the courtyard, Zhao Xiaoya stared at the figure of Zhao Dejiang standing before her. He faced the direction of the Lingjin River, his chest puffed out and his gaze blazing. Her face was pale as she spoke with a voice laden with worry, "Grandpa, do you… do you really have to go?"
"I am a Martial Guard, and a Martial Guard of Hanyun Valley at that! Even if I must stand alone, I will defend the banks of the Lingjin River. If they want to set foot on Qiyun Road, they'll have to step over my corpse!" Zhao Dejiang stood ramrod straight, his tone one of quiet determination.
The Martial Guards of Hanyun Valley never feared hardship or danger; they always met challenges head-on.
Zhao Xiaoya nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. The old man before her suddenly seemed towering and majestic. She handed him an old set of martial attire.
