The blaze within the valley was not extinguished until the third day.
Yang Zhenshan led his Personal Guard Camp into the valley.
Ashes covered the ground everywhere, the whole land seemed to have turned into a hue of grey and black, while the tops of the surrounding mountains still sported touches of green.
Passing through the valley, Yang Zhenshan arrived at the imperial guard's encampment.
"Haha, Zhengshan, you're here!"
Seeing Yang Zhenshan, Liang Chu was exceedingly pleased.
Yang Zhenshan clasped his fists in a salute and said, "Your subordinate pays his respects to the Marquis!"
"Ah, there's no need for such formalities between us, come on, let's talk in my tent!" Without further ado, Liang Chu pulled Yang Zhenshan into his tent.
The two families were related by marriage, hence their relationship was naturally extraordinary.
Just as the two sat down inside the tent, and before tea was served, Zhou Lan arrived.
"General Yang!"
"General Zhou!"
