The Green Dragon stopped fighting, and the Vermilion Bird's army also remained parked outside Quzhou City to the south of the White Tiger, as if they just wanted to scare the White Tiger, not really wanting to make a move.

In the Vermilion Bird camp, a woman in black hurriedly entered the largest tent in the middle of the camp.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

"What is it?" Duanmu Xue glanced faintly at Feng Wu, who was bowing.

"News has come from Shengjing that the Green ...