About three hundred li south of Great Jade Pass.
Zhao Yingpeng flew alone to a sprawling grand formation that stretched four or five li.
A thin mist shrouded the formation, making it impossible to see what lay within. He tried probing it with his Spiritual Sense, only to find that he could see even less clearly.
What a formidable formation! What kind of formation is this? If I could obtain its formation diagram, what war would I ever need fear losing? he thought, a flicker of desire appearing in his eyes.
Just then, a sentry suddenly shouted sharply, "Who goes there?"
"I am the Zhennan Marquis. I have urgent business with Jiang Ping'an." Zhao Yingpeng collected his thoughts, swept his gaze over a sentry squad below, and said arrogantly, "Let me into the formation and take me to see him."
To his surprise, someone in the sentry squad immediately berated him, "Insolence! You dare directly address our Marquis by name! You claim to have business with our Marquis, yet you cannot even use a respectful title. You clearly come with ill intent!"
The sentry who had rebuked Zhao Yingpeng greatly admired Jiang Ping'an and did not know of Zhao Yingpeng's relationship with Jiang Ping'an.
One bore the surname Jiang, the other Zhao; they were as unrelated as wind and horse. Who could have imagined they were connected?
Since Zhao Yingpeng showed no respect for his Marquis, the sentry did not care whether he was the Zhennan Marquis or not.
Zhao Yingpeng's expression shifted slightly, anger rising in his heart. He had never expected to be scolded merely for calling that wretch by name.
However, remembering the purpose of his visit, he could only refrain from bickering with a mere sentry.
"I, the Zhennan Marquis, have urgent business with the Marquis