"Fifty riders?"
Chu Shixiong could not help asking, "Where are we attacking?"
"Wherever there are people, we attack."
Chen Sanshi gave the order.
"I understand."
Chu Shixiong nodded. For their Hongze Camp, even eight hundred scouts from Tiger Hill Mountain had once charged their camp. Nothing was impossible.
That night.
Chen Sanshi continued cultivating with full concentration.
Not until dawn broke did he lead more than fifty riders quietly out of the city, heading straight for the nearest Western Qi army encampment.
The Guandu region.
It was a vast, level plain.
The two sides used the Guandu Plains, stretching hundreds of miles, as their boundary, each stationing themselves in cities to the rear. Yet some vanguard forces also stood watch upon the plains. Taking the matter seriously, Western Qi had left a Martial Saint and a Qi Refining Ninth Layer late-stage cultivator within the vanguard alone.
Jinyun, over ninety years old, was the rogue cultivator assigned to Falling Leaf Valley's mission. A young boy stood beside him.
"Master, have some tea."
The youth brought over a cup of tea. The leaves within swam like azure dragons, gleaming with spiritual light. With a cheeky grin, he said, "I won this from Fellow Daoist Li in a bet. Drink without worry."
His master was obsessed with tea, but he had left in such haste that he had not brought any tea leaves. Ordinary mortal tea was simply too coarse.
"You brat, always so slick and shifty. Be careful you do not suffer for it someday."
Jinyun said this aloud, yet he could not hide the gratification in his eyes.
A cultivator whose family had fallen into ruin, leaving him a rogue cultivator—being able to find an inheritor for his legacy before death was one of life's great blessings.
"Boy."
Jinyun took a