Feng City. The City Lord's Mansion.
In the discussion hall, Lu Wuyong was gathering his leading subordinates to discuss an important matter.
"Mo Long, the City Lord of Tianhai City, thinks that by relying on the thirty thousand troops under his command, he can swallow the Ghost Dance Legion by himself and claim the first merit in suppressing the rebels. How utterly foolish."
"If the Ghost Dance Legion could be swallowed so easily, how could it have earned such a fearsome reputation?"
"Don't raise others' morale while diminishing our own prestige. Our Lu Clan's Wolf Cavalry is also a powerful army renowned alongside the Ghost Dance Legion."
As soon as he said this, the entire hall fell silent.
Everyone in the Divine Land knew that what had truly made the Wolf Cavalry's reputation resound far and wide was the effort of the Lu Clan members from Lu Xingkong's line. The old General Lu Zhengrong, who had released the Gongshu Family back then, had been a forebear of Lu Xingkong's generation and was separated from Lu Wuyong's branch by many degrees.
It was precisely because of his kindness that he had gained the Gongshu Family's unconditional and limitless support and assistance. This had driven the Lu Clan's Wolf Cavalry to surge far ahead in military equipment. They had also endured brutal, blood-soaked training, with outstanding Lu Clan members rising from the lowest ranks, eating and sleeping alongside the soldiers. In the end, they had transformed into a powerful army that shook the Nine Nations.
But what did that have to do with Lu Wuyong?
They had only just betrayed Lu Xingkong's branch and were currently stabbing them in the back again and again. Yet someone was using the Wolf Cavalry's reputation to prop himself up. How could anyone be so foolish?