C445 Chapter 445 - taking the initiative

The snow was thick with killing intent.

Duan Chengrui was clad in heavy armor and riding on top of a horse while holding a spear in his hands. The blood that flowed from the Duan's war horses had never been erased by the peace of the nation, but had instead been refined to the point where it was even more sharp and distinct.

On the other hand, Ai Yan was in his forties or fifties