Winds Stir

The Magistrate of Anping County had to be kept alive. At the very least, he could not be killed before the appointment order came down from the Prefect of Xinyang.

To ensure absolute safety, it was imperative that one of his own men take over as magistrate.

After Yu Dong left, Xu Youling followed silently behind him, not daring to say a word. She had always thought Su Chen was easy to get along with, but judging from today, that no longer seemed to be the case.

The man before her... was definitely no simple character.

Soon.

Night fell.

Yu Dong slipped into Anping County, where the other Imperial Guards had already gone into hiding. General Zhou, meanwhile, had also infiltrated the county with a group of elite soldiers.

A massacre was about to begin.

Su Chen sat atop Green Wolf Mountain, beneath a pavilion. As the evening breeze drifted past, he poured himself a cup of the fine wine they had seized. After swallowing it, he could not help shaking his head.

It tastes awful.

This counts as fine wine?

Su Chen was speechless. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to the wines of the Cultivation World, making him somewhat averse to the wine drunk by ordinary mortals.

I should have some tea instead.

Fires still glowed all across Green Wolf Mountain, and Su Chen sat quietly among them.

Before long, the sound of footsteps rang out.

Yu Dong had already returned. "Reporting to Young Master, Anping County has been taken."

Su Chen nodded. "Replace the soldiers and officers with our own people. There's no need to rush this. Replace them gradually."

"Understood!"

Yu Dong left again, and Green Wolf Mountain fell silent once more.

Su Chen slowly raised his head and looked toward a certain spot in the night