Gu Yun could not describe how he was feeling for a moment. When he was in prison, it was not as if he wasn't worried about Chang Geng. But at the present, it seemed that even if it was he himself who managed it at that time, it couldn't be said for certain that he would do a better job than Chang Geng.

Not only did he manage to preserve half of the Black Iron Camp, he also left them with a way out.

While he was grateful and touched, he also felt that the teenager who would only shut his eyes and retreat in front of the sword training puppet that year should not have grown up so quickly; this was all because he did not take good care of him.

But in front of outsiders, Gu Yun could not express any emotion, he only said lightly: "Your Highness arranged everything very well."

"Let us go, Old Tan, follow me to the Northern Camp." Gu Yun took down the wine bottle hanging behind the door and looked at the sky. He did not even wear his armor. He picked up a coat and strode away.

Chang Geng also stood up: "Yifu, go on ahead first, I will return to Ling Shu Institute with Master Feng Han to calculate and escort the supplies to you.”

The temporary warmth and ambiguous caring had disappeared. The two went their separate ways, leaving in a hurry.

Gu Yun was right in taking only a coat. Just halfway down the road, the continuous thunder on the horizon suddenly transformed into lightning as bright as snow, flashing in the air, splitting across the gloomy sky, a rare heavy rain falling from the sky.

Water strongly poured down, wind and rain covered the way.

Gu Yun and Tan Hong Fei took with them a group of guards and hurried out of the city heading towards the Northern Camp. Tan Hong Fei was gasping for breath due to the rain. He wiped away the droplets on his face with strength, and remembered that back at the manor when he was requesting for an audience, Huo Dan had told him the Marquis was ill. He could not help but usher his horse over to Gu Yun and shout, "The rain is too heavy, Marshal, you still have a cold. We should better find a place to hide and wait for the rain to stop..."

Gu Yun shouted: "Look at the clouds, who knows what day or year it will stop, don't talk nonsense!"

Perhaps this heavy rain came too suddenly and out of nowhere. Gu Yun had an ominous feeling in his heart.

The Black Iron Camp was called the ‘black crow’ by the foreigners. As the head of the black crow, Gu Yun indeed had an unprecedented crow's mouth. Almost all of his forebodings would come true without fail.