Song Jin Jian naturally knew why the Demon Cloud Brothers had gone to the Barbarian Tribe.
But by his calculations, the Demon Cloud Brothers had arrived a little earlier than expected.
"Left King Muhage... it seems he had long intended to change the Barbarian Tribe's circumstances."
Before Song Jin Jian had come to Shuzhou, he had already learned that civil strife had arisen within the Barbarian Tribe. The Barbarian King was growing old, the throne of the new king stood vacant, and a civil war was on the verge of erupting.
At such a time, if the Wei people could march south, the Barbarian Tribe's internal conflict would inevitably be affected, perhaps even shifting from an internal war to an external one.
Muhage was clearly counting on precisely that.
That was why he had sent the Demon Cloud Brothers to Mengshui Pass so quickly, so the plans here could advance faster.
But...
Song Jin Jian's lips curled. "The Left King will be disappointed."
"With my lord's stratagems, how could he not know that cooperating with the Barbarian Tribe was no different from seeking a tiger's skin?"
"He merely wished to hold on for these two years."
"When the struggle for the 'Hidden Immortal' rose again, no one in the Three Prefectures of the Nine Provinces would be left to interfere."
"At that time..."
As Song Jin Jian pondered this, he suddenly heard a shrill bird cry. It came from afar and drew near, flashing past a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.
He frowned slightly and raised an arm across his chest.
A black-and-white eagle falcon landed on his arm. Its head was held high, its blood-red eyes staring at him without blinking.
Without hesitation, Song Jin Jian removed a Secret Letter from its talons and unfolded it