The Struggle for the Spirit Medicine Among All Factions!
Shui Yunmeng's beautiful eyes flickered. She felt that what Lin Bai had said made some sense.
Lin Bai continued, "Although they aren't soldiers, they're well-trained, attack and defend in perfect order, advance and retreat with ease, and regard death as nothing. These people should be assassins raised by someone!"
"Then there's no need to say it—they must be the Crown Prince's and the Seventeenth Prince's men." Shui Yunmeng chuckled.
"Very likely!" Lin Bai said in a low voice. "If the Crown Prince and the Seventeenth Prince plan to seize this spirit medicine for themselves and use it as a trump card in their future struggle for the throne, they certainly wouldn't show their hand. They would definitely send people in secret to seize it directly. Once they got it, it would become their final trump card!"
"Once they failed to seize the throne, then... this trump card would become the force they used to raise an army!"
Lin Bai chuckled as he spoke. After hearing Shui Yunmeng explain the matter, he naturally understood the value of this spirit medicine.
"We should send this spirit medicine back to Dragon Court as soon as possible. This hot potato is better off not remaining in our hands!" Shui Yunmeng waved her hand, storing the spirit medicine in her Storage Bag and mixing it in with the ordinary spirit medicines.
From beginning to end, Lin Bai hadn't said a word of objection, as though he didn't care about this matter at all.
Bang!
Just then.
The moment Shui Yunmeng had put away the spirit medicine, the gate of the small courtyard was suddenly smashed open.
Lin Bai and Shui Yunmeng looked up and saw Mo Lang, the City Lord of Heavenly Might City, crawling in