Sha Qiang had been stripped of the right to tell the story.
The chronicler hurriedly followed Lan Xiu, Gu Yan, and Gu Qingshan's accounts, completing the description of the entire epic battle.
Of course, there was no need to let Sha Qiang know that.
Gu Yan gave a meaningful glance, and a few of his subordinates dragged Sha Qiang off to keep drinking.
Lan Xiu read through the battle record and nodded with satisfaction.
He handed it to Gu Qingshan to read.
Gu Qingshan passed it to Gu Yan.
They were both satisfied as well.
That was more like it.
That was the truth.
"All right, we should get going," Gu Qingshan said.
He drew both swords and was about to head to the front of the group.
"—You'd better not go to the front." Lan Xiu pulled him back.
Gu Yan put it tactfully: "Your swords are powerful, and you need to save them for the crucial moment. So stay with us in the rear for now, and help hold the line."
Sha Qiang's voice drifted over from far away. "You really can't go to the front. Honestly, whenever I see your back now, I feel like you're about to lead us in another dance."
That hit the nail on the head. Gu Qingshan had no way to refute him, and everyone else nodded in deep agreement.
Gu Qingshan had no choice but to step back, feeling somewhat dejected.
Huh?
This way, I don't even have to take any risks. What am I getting dejected about?
He quickly readjusted his mindset.
"My people should scout the way—"
Sha Qiang waved his hand as he spoke.
Two devils emerged from behind him and dropped to all fours.
The devils gradually transformed into two gray hounds, their bodies covered in the