Xue Tianxing and Yuan Shitong, two famed generals from the Northern territories, exchanged peculiar looks.
The moment they heard this name, countless cold and ruthless schemes surged instantly to their minds.
Both veterans, hardened by the harsh chill of the Northern lands, suddenly felt a chilling sensation at the back of their necks and couldn’t help but stand at attention in respect.
Xue Tianxing had yet to respond.
Yuan Shitong solemnly spoke first, “May I ask which Mr. Yan Daiqing you are?”
The visitor smiled gently, “Yan Daiqing of the Northern Frontier.”
Yuan Shitong was stunned, scratched his head, and looked toward Xue Tianxing with puzzlement, “I’ve never heard of a Yan Daiqing around here in the Northern Frontier.”
Xue Tianxing sighed inwardly, then clasped his fists and bowed, “If it is indeed Mr. Wen Qingyu himself, we have already prepared wine and meat within the camp. Mr. Yan Daiqing, please!”
Wen Qingyu smiled warmly, “General Xue, how did you come to know?”
Xue Tianxing produced a letter, “A messenger hawk flew thousands of miles carrying a letter personally written by Mr. Yan Daiqing. In the letter, it was clearly stated, if anyone arrives claiming to be Yan Daiqing, then there is no need to hesitate.”
That confirmed it was indeed Wen Qingyu.