After Shi Baizhang explained, he began to worry about where to go next.
According to news sent by friends in the underworld, Sun Changcun had been reinstated. However, the man would not come looking for trouble with him just yet, because he was also training troops.
Shi Baizhang knew that even with the boost from the Myriad Hearts as One Technique, he would still be no match for his opponent.
The reason was simple. His opponent did not rely on martial arts experts either. Even Sun Changcun had offended quite a few major martial arts sects.
Because of the land reclamation.
After some thought, he decided to head to the Central Plains, entering from the northwest.
Once he made up his mind, he summoned everyone to discuss the matter.
Many of them had brought their own troops, and he was not yet in a position to make every decision alone.
Inside the great tent.
"Tell me, everyone. The northwest is getting poorer and poorer, and finding grain is becoming harder. Where should we go next?" he asked from the seat of honor.
"General, we should still go southwest. It is easy to defend and hard to attack. Once we take it, it can serve as the foundation for an imperial undertaking," his strategist, that fortune teller, suggested.
So many leaders had died, yet the fortune teller was still alive. That showed he had some skill—skill at running away.
Thus, Shi Baizhang nodded slightly.
He actually wanted to go southwest as well, but he knew that the foundation of his rise was the refugees.
And there were not many refugees in the southwest.
If he went there now, he would become a fish out of water, just waiting to be caught in someone's net.
"We cannot go southwest. I think we