The Xihe Tribe.
It was a branch of the Yuwen lineage, stationed around the Xihe area four hundred li away, relatively scattered.
"Wang Zhi, you don't need to keep staring at me."
Luo Dongquan gave a cold smile. "I said it before—I have no grudge against Hundred Household Commander Chen. You're the one being petty!"
"Who the hell are you putting on an act for?!"
Wang Zhi cursed, "Seven years ago, there was a talented new recruit. Didn't you compete with Zhao Kang over him? Then that man died for no reason at all. Did he vanish into thin air or something? I've hated the sight of you for a long time!"
"Wang, watch your mouth. You need evidence when you speak!"
Luo Dongquan narrowed his eyes. "And mind your place. I don't know what status you held in the Eight Great Camps before, but now you're only a Bone Tempering Hundred Household Commander, while I am a Deputy Thousand Households, a court-appointed fifth-rank Martial Strategy General!"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing!"
Liu Jinkui stepped out to smooth things over. "We're brothers who rely on one another through life and death. What's there to fight about? Whatever grievances you have, settle them over drinks after we get back. Commander Luo, hurry and assign the tasks. Don't waste any more time."
"Northeast, northwest, due north."
Luo Dongquan pointed in three directions. "Our three groups of Night Watchers will each scout one direction. Return here to assemble before midnight two days from now. Anyone late will be left behind! We're carrying out missions in different areas now. Wang, you should be relieved at last, right?"
"Heh. Who knows what medicine you're selling from that gourd of yours?"
The three teams scattered.
Four hundred li was neither far nor near.
At the speed of