Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1634 - 515: Beishuo’s Desperate Path, Reunion and Fury (Part 3)

Several giant bonfires are blazing fiercely, their flames reaching up to the sky more than ten meters high. The thick smoke turns the night sky dark gray, with snowflakes already driven away by the high temperature, and the cold currents around unable to penetrate.

Numerous elite Xia Army troops, clad in armor and weapons, have already formed a formation facing the city gate.

Several golden banners are made radiant by the swaying bonfires. No one in the entire army opens their mouth to speak, and in the vast military formation, besides the rustling of banners and the occasional clashing of armor from the soldiers moving, not a single other sound can be heard.

The atmosphere has already become extremely oppressive!

"Papa, Ah Yao misses you very much..."

However, in front of this ominous military formation, a girl’s playful and slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded.

It turns out, directly in front of the military formation, there’s an open-air main general’s platform set up.

The main general’s platform is completely square, approximately five to six meters above the ground, with a side length of around fifty meters. Over a hundred armored generals stand behind Xia Chuan, looking excitedly at the main seat above, faces full of enthusiasm.

Of course, sitting upright on the main seat is Xia Hong.

However, Xia Hong at this moment has no mind to observe the expressions on the faces of Great Xia’s backbone below. His attention is entirely focused on his eldest daughter, Xia Yuyao, in his arms.

Not seen in three years, the astonishing change in his eldest daughter Xia Yuyao makes Xia Hong somewhat bewildered.

A deep blue Summer-made Flowing Immortal Brocade Skirt, adorned with Cloud Pattern Silk and Simurgh motifs woven with silver threads, and with five or six strands of water-blue tassels hanging from the hem. Such luxurious and exquisite dress, however, doesn’t overshadow Xia Yuyao’s little face at all.

The eldest daughter hasn’t even turned ten yet, but beneath the silver Mystic Simurgh Crown, that charming and beautiful face is already extremely striking. Though it bears five or six tenths resemblance to wife Li Xuanling, it possesses a few more hints of playfulness and innocence, adding a touch more warmth than Li Xuanling.

Of course, appearance is secondary!

Just when his eldest daughter approached, even before she leaped into his arms, Xia Hong noticed that Xia Yuyao’s Basic Strength had already reached 280,000 catties.

Xia Hong’s heart slightly stirred, turning his head to look at his younger son Xia Yusheng being led by Li Xuanling, his pupils also slightly trembling.

"More than 260,000 catties, this pair of children are seemingly heading towards 300,000 catties. Is there any hope they’ll surpass me?"

"You’ve finally decided to come back..."

His thoughts were pulled back by a slightly resentful voice, Xia Hong looked up to see the slightly misty beautiful eyes of Li Xuanling, his heart immediately softened, and his face showed a few traces of guilt.

Being away from home for more than three years wasn’t part of his original plan. Though with the presence of the Ancestral Spirit Tablet, Li Xuanling knew he hadn’t met with any major mishaps, but considering the perils of the Ice Abyss, how could she feel at ease without news of life and death?

Moreover, the Southern Slope Territory wasn’t peaceful either. Three years ago when he left, Great Xia had not reached its current state, and at that time, Li Xuanling surely had to exert effort dealing with various northern towns.

"Xia Chuan has told me everything, Xuanling, you’ve had a hard time these three years!"

Seeing Xia Hong’s earnest expression, hearing the guilt in his voice, Li Xuanling’s nose slightly tingled, her heart full of grievance and anger dissipated by more than half in an instant. Knowing a battle was imminent, she didn’t continue this topic but instead released her son’s hand, gently pushing him forward.

"Weren’t you just speaking incessantly about missing your father? Now that he’s back, you’re standing stupidly without moving, learn from your sister!"

Xia Yusheng, hearing his mother’s words, instantly blushed, standing stiffly in place for a moment before slowly walking in front of Xia Hong, slightly cupping his hands, bowing his head in respect, and saying: "Sheng’er pays respects to Father."

A son is, after all, a son. Being nine to ten years old is precisely the age to learn rules and slowly mature.

Though he’s long since realized this day would come eventually, seeing Xia Yusheng bowing in salute made Xia Hong instantly aware that during his three years away, he’d missed his son’s last days of innocence, filling his heart with a sense of loss.

In the future, his son will increasingly interact with him like a man.

Xia Hong couldn’t help but sigh lightly in his heart, seeing his daughter in his arms providing a bit of comfort. He turned to his son, after contemplating for a moment, he asked in a deep voice: "I heard from your second uncle that you’ve been very gloomy these three days, hiding in the Star-picking Hall and refusing to come out. What happened, are you scared? Are you really planning not to leave Xia City until you break through to Xianyang Level?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yusheng’s expression instantly dimmed, his pupils slightly reddening, he lightly nodded and said softly: "Sheng’er originally didn’t plan to come tonight, but I really missed Father, so..."

After all, he’s a boy, and being able to openly say he misses his father is already quite unusual. Xia Yusheng nevertheless felt a bit embarrassed, unable to articulate the rest of the words that followed.

Seeing his son’s stance, Xia Hong’s heart softened a lot. He suddenly reminisced about the times his son used to throw himself into his arms, and gently reached out, brushing his forehead, speaking slowly: "I heard about the Milk Tiger Forest incident from your second uncle, it wasn’t your fault, you were at most just a catalyst..."

Hearing his father’s words, Xia Yusheng’s nose suddenly tingled sharply, the suppressed feeling of grievance from several days surged to his heart, almost unable to stop himself from crying out loud.

"These years, your mother has kept you and your sister cooped up in Xia Palace, not letting you go anywhere. You’ve probably harbored some resentment in your hearts. After this event, you should both understand, right?"