Si Peng had likely sensed that something was amiss himself. That was why he had been so eager toward Meng Zhao and the Dan Chi Clan, afraid they would be won over by Xiang Qing's people. If that happened, his position would become even more precarious.
At this moment, Si Peng was taking Meng Zhao and the others to visit two Guard Generals who were on good terms with him and allied with him.
First, it was to exchange greetings. In the future, they would all be people on the same boat, and becoming closer was only natural.
Second, he wanted to use the Dan Chi Clan's five thousand warriors and Meng Zhao to display his strength and flex his muscles before those two allies.
Si Peng himself probably did not completely trust those two Guard Generals either, hence all these considerations and calculations.
Or perhaps he simply wanted to show off?
One of the two Guard Generals was named Mo Li. He had once been a great bandit of Liang Prefecture and, more than ten years ago, had earned the title of Spear Marshal. The Nine-Bend Spirit Spear in his hands possessed astonishing might, and his name resounded throughout the prefecture. Leading a band of brothers, he had ridden across commanderies and counties, wild and overbearing, beyond the control of even aristocratic clans and the Imperial Court.
He had once accomplished the feat of breaking through three county towns in a single day before riding away unhurriedly, utterly Unrestrained and Lawless.
But he later vanished without a trace. Some said his actions had been too outrageous, so the Imperial Court's Heavenly Punishment Hall had secretly sent people to capture him.
Others claimed he had been seized and suppressed by an expert from Fire Dragon Cave, and would not be