In the blink of an eye, more than two months passed, and the Northern Region Battlefield now lay deserted. The endless grasslands were empty; the northern barbarians and the soldiers of the Da Yu Dynasty no longer set foot on the plains.

Woooo….

A war horn sounded across the horizon. The northern barbarians, who had once stationed several hundred thousand troops along the border, were now withdrawing. After two brutal years of fighting the Da Yu Dynasty on the Northern Region Battlefield, they finally retreated and abandoned any thought of marching south.

Lu Changsheng's consciousness merged with the wind. Through it, he could see the northern barbarian army's orderly withdrawal. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers marched in formation, and their movements stirred great clouds of dust that dimmed the sky. 

Wherever the wind passed, his senses...