The two sides met on a desolate land between Han Yang and Anding.
Night.
The moonlight washed over, stars dazzling.
Torches around swayed with the wind.
In the faint firelight, Gu Wei looked at the somewhat shadowy figure in front of him and couldn't help but frown: "Are you Jia Xu, Jia Wenhe, in person?"
"Jia Xu pays respects to the young master."
Without any hesitation, Jia Xu immediately cupped his hands towards Gu Wei.
"No need for ceremony, Wenhe." Gu Wei reciprocated the salute, staring intently at Jia Xu and asked, "Is what you said in the past true, Wenhe?"
He stared closely at Jia Xu, trying to discern his thoughts from his expression.
"Of course." Jia Xu nodded without the slightest hesitation, "If the young master can agree to this matter, I can help you deal with Li Jue and Guo Si."
Hearing this, Gu Wei was taken aback.
He couldn't discern anything.
Jia Xu's tone remained as calm as ever.
He paused for a moment and could only ask directly: "Why is this?"
