Duzun Peak, Tian Gong Camp.
"Zhou Tong is actually one of Lü Yue's men?!" Chen Mu listened to the faint conversation reaching his ears, his face darkening.
That was right.
For something as major as unleashing the Yellow Millet Plague across all of Bian She Star, how could Lü Yue rest easy without a trusted follower overseeing it?
"Good thing I left a Vermilion Feather Sword near Tian Gong Camp by Yinyue Lake." Chen Mu felt relieved.
The sword had originally been meant to track General Li Jiu's whereabouts.
A Vermilion Feather Sword had likewise been placed to monitor the camp of the other general, Fei Zhao.
Lü Yue was, after all, the head of a sect and a Primordial Spirit Divine Lord. Chen Mu had feared that the two men might not withstand the pressure and defect to him.
Yet Chen Mu had not expected that Li Jiu and Fei Zhao were fine, while Zhou Tong—the one he had assumed would definitely be fine—was the one with the real problem.
"Was him being poisoned by the Yellow Millet Plague Toxin before all an act for others to see?"
"No, perhaps it was not an act. He may have deliberately allowed himself to be poisoned!"
"With Emperor Flow Paste, even damage caused by the plague toxin can be swiftly healed!" Understanding dawned on Chen Mu.
"Sinister! Truly sinister!" He could not help gritting his teeth.
If Zhou Tong called in reinforcements, Bian She Star would surely fall under Lü Yue's control again. By then, Chen Mu's situation...
At that thought, Chen Mu narrowed his eyes.
Late at night.
At the summit of Duzun Peak, Zhou Tong strode into the main hall.
"Junior Brother, go rest. I'll keep watch over Han Ying," Zhou Tong said to Fei Zhao by the