And so, with the soldiers of Northern Yuan in the front, the soldiers of Feng Ming behind them, and finally the Northern Yuan soldiers escorting the rear, the procession went on its way with its many members.

A few hundred meters away from the bridge, Du Xiaoli's group of five were on horseback, watching Han Mingxiang's group leave from afar. Only when they couldn't be seen anymore did Leng Er break the silence, “Let's return.”

Du Xiaoli pulled the reins and acquiesced, “Let's go.”

The horses left tracks in the snow, carrying Du Xiaoli further and further away from the Dadu River. Du Xiaoli glanced back from the direction her horse was running, her eyes full of determination.