Still feeling a bit aimless, Ming Yue wasn't sure about where she would go next. In the end, she could only look for someone else's advice.
And who else would be more willing to do so than Commander Nie Xia?
By now, the various forces that once made of this great army, left the Iron Citadel along with their respective commanders, returning to their stations.
After meeting with the messenger, the Lord of Azure Souls, or better known as Di Yu, it seemed that the air was tense. But their faces showed no worry or concern. Whatever meeting they had, the news could only be good or bad. Whatever the case, it would not be revealed just yet.
And Nie Xia himself returned to the towers of the Iron Citadel, recuperating from his injuries.
After asking around, one of the soldiers led her to where he was, climbing up several flights before letting her in.
"Excuse me, Commander Nie Xia?"
