Evening.
On the corridor outside the Wooden Cabin, Chen Mu lay in a Rocking Chair, squinting as he examined Ghost Gate Pass in the distance. "Is Qingyang City really causing trouble for you?"
"After you vanished, we captured several spies and confirmed it," Lu Liang said.
"But Qingyang City has no shortage of experts. Why only trap us by the River of Forgetfulness? It shouldn't be difficult for them to keep sending people to deal with us." Chen Mu was puzzled.
"We suspect Qingyang City may be plotting something against the City Lord."
"Before leaving, the City Lord used a secret technique to scatter and hide Nether Stones among the people of Feng'an City. Wherever Feng'an City's Yinlings are, that is where the City Lord will appear when he returns from Outer Heaven."
"They have surrounded us without killing us, most likely because they are waiting for the City Lord's return." Lu Thirteen's expression was grim.
"Then why not capture all of you?" Chen Mu asked, confused.
"Where would they take us? Qingyang City?" Lu Liang shook his head. "If they openly persecuted their own great generals like this, the other cities would probably rebel at once."
"Besides, ever since King Wuyou appeared, we have effectively become prisoners." Lu Liang sighed and looked helplessly toward the Eerie Face that flickered in and out of view three miles away along the riverbank.
That was actually true.
King Wuyou could lock onto their auras and create countless clones. Leaving meant death, so they could only huddle in one place and struggle on. Looked at that way, they really had become prisoners.
A bad feeling immediately rose in Chen Mu's heart.
"This Ghost Gate Pass probably isn't very safe."
Since they intended to use the people of Feng'an City as bait, they could