The other party smiled smugly. "Have you ever heard of Zhou Chuan?"
Chen Ping's expression changed at once. Anyone who roamed the jianghu could not possibly have failed to hear of Zhou Chuan, the foremost man of Martial Dao. He cried out instinctively, "So it is Hero Zhou Chuan."
"My lord has planted his banner here and claimed this mountain as his kingdom," the underling said.
"May I ask what instructions Hero Zhou has for us? If we can help Hero Zhou cast off his worries and solve his troubles, we will not shrink from death ten thousand times over." Chen Ping hurried forward as he spoke.
The minor leader said:
"Our Great King currently has certain difficulties and requires the assistance of travelers who have journeyed north and south. Please come with me."
As he spoke, the Martial Warriors beside the minor leader stepped forward, intending to confiscate the Dragon Tiger Escort Agency's blades and spears.
Everyone from the escort agency looked to Chen Ping. Whether they fought or surrendered rested entirely on his single thought.
Chen Ping's expression shifted. For a moment, he could not make up his mind, and he instinctively looked toward Zhang Chen. An inscrutable look appeared in Zhang Chen's eyes. "It is indeed Zhou Chuan, the foremost man of Martial Dao."
He could sense Zhou Chuan's life aura. He had even already heard Zhou Chuan's words from the mountaintop.
"I have an old friendship with Zhou Chuan. Do not resist. I will invite him down for a talk, and once the misunderstanding is cleared up, all will be well," Zhang Chen said.
Hearing Zhang Chen's words, the minor leader raised his brows and looked him up and down. Unable to discern his background, he mocked him instinctively. "Who do you think you are, kid?