Li Guanyi looked at him, a smile spread across the face of the older doctor as he said naturally, "General, we've come out, but we no longer have a home. Where can we possibly go from here?"
Someone nearby laughed and said, "Why do you ask that? The General must already have a plan!"
"Haha, exactly!"
Li Guanyi paused, observing the faces around him. These were members of the renowned Qilin Army, not at all as heroic as the rumors suggested. Instead, their faces bore the strain of suffering, because they were not accustomed to moving quickly in heavy armor, and many of the brothers had succumbed to heatstroke.
Then, they were force-fed a bowl of medicinal soup by one of the seven 'old ghosts' who pried their mouths open.
Laid down in a cool area to rest,
They were in a sorry state but still looked at Li Guanyi with smiles and curiosity.
