The Qin Army was still seizing grain; at least for now, plundering grain remained the main thrust of their march.
Outside the main camp, temporarily encamped for rest and regrouping, a flying mount descended.
Someone hurried into the command tent and reported to Luo Zhao, "Marshal, Yuan Gang has arrived. He says he wishes to see you."
"Yuan Gang?" Luo Zhao froze. The people in the tent exchanged glances.
Everyone basically knew about Yuan Gang's relationship with Luo Zhao's ex-wife. They had heard that Feng Guan'er was already together with Yuan Gang at Demon Ridge.
Lu Yuan, Dawn Moon Pavilion's newly appointed Pavilion Master, frowned and muttered, "What's he doing here?"
The Dawn Moon Pavilion group could be said to have a deep impression of Yuan Gang. They admired him, and they feared him. He was someone who had dared to lay hands on Lü Wushuang's disciple right in front of Lü Wushuang. Brute force had failed, and it was said that he had even killed that disciple of Lü Wushuang's. For someone like that to still be alive could only be called miraculous.
If he could survive and even become the Demon Cult's Holy Son, then some of those rumors might well be true. Perhaps the Heavenly Demon Sacred Venerable Wu Chang really was backing Yuan Gang.
To be honest, none of them wanted to provoke such a fool who feared nothing.
Luo Zhao asked, "How many people did he bring?"
The man replied, "Only himself."
Since he had already come, it would be inappropriate not to see him. Besides, they wanted to know why he had suddenly come.
A short while later, Yuan Gang, a large blade strapped to his back, was led in. Once inside, he did not waste words. He merely swept his gaze over the