173 More Important Than My Life

Several oil lamps were lit on both sides of the corridor, faintly illuminating the dark passage. Xuan Ruiquan walked for more than ten minutes before he saw the end of the passage. The moment he walked out of the passage, he reflexively drew his sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The next second, the sound of metal colliding with each other was echoed in the silent underground. When the attackers saw his silver mask, they drew back their swords and knelt on the cold stone ground.

The three of them clasped their fists and said in unison, "This subordinate pay my respects to Yan Junwang."

Xuan Ruiquan sheathed his sword and said calmly, "Get up. What is the situation on the northern border?"

As he sat down around an old wooden table, three people stood up and took a seat.