C1381 The Death of the Military Order

Chang gazed at the camp's battle flag snapping in the wind, a tumult of emotions stirring within him. Yet today, Ye Feng was conspicuously absent from the camp's viewing platform; in his stead stood Soft Bone.

Approaching, Chang caught Soft Bone's eye with a meaningful glance. Soft Bone blinked in surprise. "Looking for the First Prince? I've no idea where he's gone