Wang turned slightly in his saddle, his voice calm yet carrying absolute authority. "Cold doesn't care about sides or loyalties. Hunger doesn't either. We're here to settle a war, not to leave a trail of frozen corpses in our wake."
The elder bowed his head in deep shame. "I understand, Patriarch."
Wei Xiang smiled, his eyes flashing with faint lightning. "I'll handle the delivery myself. It'll go faster."
Without waiting another second, Wei Xiang transformed once again. Blue lightning flashed brilliantly across his body, illuminating the dreary white landscape.
The enormous Azure Lightning Roc rose into the cloudy sky with a powerful beat of its wings before disappearing toward the western cliffs.
Several younger soldiers watched his graceful ascent with awe and admiration. One quietly muttered, "The Young Master has really changed over the past few months."
Another warrior nodded in agreement. "He used to be so quiet and tense all the time. He smiles much more now."
