"Have you ever felt that foes tend to cross paths?"
Yu Xiu chuckled softly and whispered:
"It seems what you said earlier was right. If we hadn't waited, and had directly slain those Liao people in the sky, I'm afraid the Heir of Prince Mu wouldn't have come."
The few of them had a deep grudge against Xu Jingtang.
Zhao Douan smirked, his eyes flickering with dangerous light, and whispered:
"Rebellion and treason are understandable, after all, it's royal infighting. But being a traitor, well, that's the road to death."
Yet Zhao Douan didn't rush to act; he wanted to wait and see if they could join other recruitment forces, lure more enemies out, and wipe them all out.
Therefore, the four of them walked with heads lowered, mingling among the frightened refugees.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, Zhao Douan heard the sound of a whip and cries of anguish, only to see the Heir of Prince Mu ahead, holding a whip and fiercely lashing a moderately wealthy middle-aged man to the ground.
