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  "Big brother, it's always been said that Liu Xiang is the real hero. Now he has sent his son to take over Changsha, why don't we take this opportunity to follow you and join him?"

  His words were like a fine needle, thin as dust, lightly pricking Wei Yan's heart, and this prick seemed to release all sorts of thoughts that had been deeply buried in his mind, leaving him with a dizzying sensation of pain and numbness.

  "Go out first and then go to investigate the situation of Jiang Xia's army, see what Liu Feng is doing." Wei Yan did not respond to the soldier's suggestion, lightly waving his hand to dismiss him.

  He stood up, holding the heavy great sword in his hands, the hands full of veins like tree roots gently stroking the icy blade, and the faint blue light on the blade edge flickered in his bright eyes.

  Suddenly, he grasped the hilt of his sword with a tiger's palm, and with a swift motion, he swung it out in a wide arc. The blade sliced through the air with a shrill whistling sound, creating a fierce gust of wind that was like a wave rising from the ground. In an instant, the entire military tent was shaken violently, swaying back and forth.

  "I originally thought Liu Xuande would come in person, but unexpectedly, only one of his sons arrived. Could it be that I, Wei Yan, am destined to never meet my Bo Le for my entire life?"

  In his muttering to himself, a few hints of hatred appeared on his strong and heroic face.

  The curtain was suddenly lifted, interrupting Wei Yan's thoughts. He looked up to see that it was the soldier who had just reported back.

  Wei Yan's face twitched with rage, just as he was about to open his mouth to rebuke him, the soldier suddenly exclaimed in a startled tone: "Big brother, there is someone outside the camp shouting that they want to see big brother, claiming to be Liu Feng, the leader of Jiangxia Army."

  Liu Feng? You've arrived so quickly!

  Wei Yan's eyes flashed with surprise, his long knife stood upright, and he asked with a furrowed brow: "How many men did he bring with him?"

  "One man, one horse."

  "One man and one ride?" Wei Yan repeated in a thunderous voice, apparently thinking that either he had misheard or the messenger was mistaken.

  Gan Zhu was taken aback by his drinking, and trembled as he said: "Indeed, it's one man and one horse, except for a sword at his side, not even bringing any weapons for battle on horseback. Big brother, what should we do?"

  Wei Yan's face gradually lost its unexpected color, replaced by intense curiosity. After a moment of contemplation, the corner of his mouth curled up in a cold smile: "This Liu Feng is quite bold, let him come in. I'd like to see what kind of person would dare to charge into my camp alone."

  Wei Yan shook his battle robe, turned around and sat back in front of the desk, and placed the long knife horizontally on the desk.

  Outside the main camp.

  Liu Feng wore a silver robe, sat astride a white horse, with a Qingying treasure sword hanging from his waist, and a calm smile on his face, gazing at the horned helmets inside, one by one, wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, tense and spirited soldiers.

  Although these people showed some surprise and fear towards this lone, uninvited guest, the array they formed and their vigilant combat will displayed a solemn military demeanor.

  At a glance, Wei Yan knew that these soldiers under his command were all elite warriors with strict discipline.

  After a moment, there was a slight commotion in the opposing camp, and then the gate opened wide. A sturdy soldier rushed out towards Liu Feng, shouting loudly: "My elder brother invites the General to enter and meet with him."

  Liu Feng quietly took a deep breath, gently squeezed his horse's belly, and slowly led the way into the big camp.

  Hundreds of soldiers gathered, unconsciously parted like waves, leaving a narrow path. Despite this, they still held their weapons tightly, with alert eyes fixed on the young general passing by from the front.

  All the way, Liu Feng was calm and composed, his eyes not slanting to either side, as if everything around him were air, ignoring those pairs of eyes revealing murderous intentions.

  Under the guidance of the messenger, Liu Feng arrived in front of a huge military account. He knew that Wei Yan was inside, so he got off his horse and threw the reins to the messenger, laughing: "I'll trouble you to feed this horse, remember, it won't eat anything but the best fodder."

  The orderly was taken aback, he couldn't think it through, the young general in front of him, where did he get the courage to rush into his own camp alone, and still be so calm, as if reviewing his own troops.

  Just as Sun Quan was about to lose his spirit, Liu Feng had already taken big strides into the tent.

  As soon as he entered, a murderous aura like the bitter cold of winter snow rushed towards him. Looking at the solemn face behind the case and the unusually long large knife placed on it, it was clear that the master of this place did not intend to greet him with kindness.

  Liu Feng didn't rush to speak, but instead carefully examined the legendary Wei Yan with a smile on his face. Through his sharp eyes, Liu Feng saw a reserved yet proud demeanor, but inadvertently noticed that in the originally bright and piercing eyes, there was a hint of melancholy flashing by.

  At this moment, those eyes were also scrutinizing himself, as if the sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man in front of him had exceeded his imagination.

  In the main tent, neither the host nor the guest spoke a word, they just silently observed each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat eerie for a while.

  "I have long admired General Wen Chang's great name. It's an honor to meet you." As a guest, Liu Feng was the first to break this strange atmosphere.

  Wei Yan's mouth flashed a cold smile: "I, Wei Yan, am an unknown name, not famous outside of Changsha, why would the young master 'look up to me'?"

  At this time, Wei Yan, despite having some self-conceit of being talented but not encountered, even he himself admitted that he was a nobody. However, he would never have thought that Liu Feng's sentence "I have long admired you" was not just a simple courtesy. In this world, perhaps the only person who could use the word "I have long admired you" to him was Liu Feng alone.

  As soon as he opened his mouth, Liu Feng felt that Wei Yan was not a good person to get along with. However, he didn't dislike this kind of temperament. All people with great talent must have some eccentricities, only the mediocre and incompetent would be overly cautious, afraid to show any differences between themselves and others.

  Facing Wei Yan's blunt attitude, Liu Feng didn't think it was strange at all. Instead, he smiled faintly: "Others like to chase after those who are famous throughout the land, but I'm a bit weird, I like to search for the gold that is buried in the dust. So, the words 'long admired' aren't misused, right?"

  Liu Feng's flattery had almost reached the highest level, and that one sentence, which seemed to be spoken casually, "the golden boy buried in the dust", like a pair of invisible hands, gently scratched Wei Yan's self-esteem hidden deep within his heart, instantly making him feel an unprecedented urge to move.

  Wei Yan paused for a moment before coldly snorting, "Lord Liu has come all the way from Jiangxia, surely not just to say these few flattering words to me."

  That fleeting expression could not escape Liu Feng's eagle eyes; he knew that his previous words had struck a nerve with Wei Yan.

  He took a deep breath and said straightforwardly: "I, Liu Feng, have never liked to beat around the bush, and I believe General is the same. So let me speak plainly, my purpose in coming here alone this time is to persuade General to surrender under my command."

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