Jin Shengzhou fled in panic with the remaining thousand warriors, like a dog driven from its home. He had come like a tiger descending the mountain, filled with lofty ambitions to wipe out the Qin people in one stroke and even swallow all of Goguryeo whole. Yet now he had accomplished nothing and lost more than half his forces.
Wen Huan was surely dead. Only Xiang Rong remained at his side. As for his uncle, Jin Xian, Jin Shengzhou had always looked down on him.
The entire Zhenfan Tribe numbered forty to fifty thousand people, but its most elite warriors amounted to only four or five thousand. Even counting the elderly and weak, gathering seven or eight thousand usable men would already be difficult. Could he withstand the Qin people's retaliation?
Before, Jin Shengzhou had considered only how to succeed. Now, he began worrying about Jiang Hao's revenge. After racing nonstop for twenty or thirty li, the warhorses could no longer endure such intense galloping for long, and the group slowed down.
At that moment, Jin Xian rode over. Looking at Jin Shengzhou with a face full of concern, he said, "Shengzhou, that Great Qin Imperial Preceptor truly knows Immortal Arts. How can we possibly resist an immortal? Now that we have offended both an immortal and the King of Goguryeo, what are we supposed to do from now on?"
Jin Shengzhou was already irritated. Hearing his uncle say this, he snapped, "So what if he is an immortal? That does not mean he can kill us. Once we return, we will seal off the mountain road from Pyeongseong to Fuchuan City. The path there is rugged and difficult, easy to defend and hard to attack. I refuse to believe they can break through."
"What if they take the sea