Shen Zhihang and Li Ao headed for Meng Zhao's main tent. Meanwhile, not long after the two left, Mo Li's tent flap was lifted by a man dressed as an ordinary soldier.
The man had an unremarkable face, an aura belonging only to the postnatal realm, and an average build. In this vast military camp, he was truly inconspicuous. Yet from the casual way he entered Mo Li's tent, it was clear that he was anything but ordinary.
Sure enough, upon seeing Mo Li drinking alone, the man did not salute. Instead, he frowned and said, "What is it? Things didn't go smoothly? Li Ao and Shen Zhihang refused to turn back from the wrong path?"
A flicker of anger rose in Mo Li's heart. If not for Commander Bai behind this lowly fellow with such meager martial skill, Mo Li would have long since killed him with one palm. How could he allow such a petty man to throw his weight around and lord it over him?
Besides, those men had long since decided that Meng Zhao was the true master, while Commander Bai was merely the leader of bandits. What was this nonsense about turning back from the wrong path? Commander Bai had clearly brainwashed people for so long that they had lost even their most basic judgment.
To be honest, if Commander Bai did not hold something over him and force him to submit and obey his orders, Mo Li would never have taken on such a thankless task. Meng Zhao had not done anything to him, after all. At worst, he could simply drift through life, eating and waiting for death!
But Commander Bai's existence meant that he did not even have the right to drift through life. He could only suppress his displeasure and nod.