The autumn air was crisp and refreshing, and the weather gradually turned slightly cool. A fortnight passed in the blink of an eye. By late October, the last fully assembled Royal Legion finally set out from Tree Snake City, surrounding the Mexica Royal Banner of the Evil Spirit Commander.
"Xiulote, when we return to the Capital City, I will personally go to the Temple of the Sun on the Holy Mountain to pray for little Xiu Hua!"
Aweit, dressed in royal attire and carrying the Royal Banner, stood among the copper-armored Samurai. Mentioning his grandson brought a genuine smile to his otherwise stern face.
"Yes, I will also arrange for the royal doctors to keep an eye on little Xiu Hua's health at all times. He will be the new Divine Tree, growing strong under the sun's rays!"
"Xiu Hua, my son..."
