At that moment, a troop of cavalry, all dressed in white, arrived from the east.
The leader, a fierce general clad in silver helmet and armor, rode a snow-white, jade-like steed and held a Horse Lance in his hand, swiftly advancing.
Before anyone could react, the leader's lance struck the chest of the man who had just frowned at the mention of Gao Junxian, piercing through him, then with a flick of his lance, flung the man into a distant valley.
Moments later, a squelching sound of a body smashing into a pulp echoed from below the valley.
Needless to say, everyone knew this man was Gao Junxian, the famed general of Northern Qi, who was now leading his troops to evade the Sui Army by hiding in the grasslands after fleeing through the Jin River path.
Gao Junxian's gaze coldly swept over the aristocrats from martial families who had just spoken.
At that moment, no one dared to speak, and many were so frightened that they lowered their heads.
