Seeing Fifth Master stabbed to death with their own eyes, the martial arts school disciples were scared out of their wits, their treasured swords clattering to the ground.
Whether Yanbian Village's villagers or the garrison soldiers, all of them looked toward the youth on horseback, their complicated gazes tinged with awe.
"My lord, there is no need to worry."
Only Xu Wencai came over, stroking his beard as he said, "We can simply return. Lord Thousand Households will definitely not reproach you. At most, he'll give you the label of making amends through meritorious service."
"You do see things clearly."
That had been Chen Sanshi's thought from the start.
Leaving aside the matter of military supplies.
With war imminent, it was impossible to dampen their own men's morale for the sake of outsiders.
What he truly worried about was that the matter had not grown large enough for him to kill the old man of the Song family as well.
Fortunately, Chen Sanshi was confident he could reach Bone Tempering before spring. No matter how today's affair turned out, he would be able to handle it calmly.
He had planned to call everyone back to the Military Camp first when he suddenly heard someone galloping closer.
"Hyah—"
"Song Lao Wu, I want your dog life!!!"
Wang Zhi's fat body was pressed atop a brown warhorse. He gripped a long, sharp Mo Dao in his hand, while over a hundred soldiers followed far behind him, racing madly toward Yanbian Village.
"Stone?"
Upon seeing everyone, he reined in his horse. "Are you all right? Where is Song Lao Wu?!"
"Dead."
Chen Sanshi gave his answer calmly. "I'll trouble Commander Wang to take me to report the situation to Lord Thousand Households."
"You killed him?"
Wang Zhi did not believe it. Only when