The Barbarian Tribe Great Grandmaster, Wenkela-
Wenkela was thin, as thin as skin stretched over bones, yet he wore a baggy hemp shirt and shorts, with a hemp rope as thick as a baby's arm tied around his waist.
Coupled with his face full of crisscrossing wrinkles, some deep and some shallow, and his slightly sunken cheeks, he looked just like an old farmer working the fields.
At that moment, Wenkela's somewhat narrow eyes watched Chen Yi, his expression placid, with a hint of nonchalance.
"The Great Asa specifically instructed me to spare your life. I advise you to, hmm-in the words of your Central Plains, surrender with your hands bound."
His Central Plains Official Language was stiff, far inferior to Muhage's or Asutai's, but his tone was exceedingly conceited.
Chen Yi studied him without a word, unable to help feeling somewhat helpless.
What he feared had come to pass.
The Great Asa really had noticed something unusual about him.
Not only had he alerted Muhage, but he had specifically sent Wenkela here-fucking hell-
This is trouble.
Chen Yi looked up at the night sky. The bright moon hung high amid scattered stars on a clear summer night.
"May I ask where the Great Asa is?"
Wenkela paused, then burst out laughing. "You want to see the Great Asa? As it happens-"
"As it happens, the Great Asa ordered me to take you to the Divine Mountain, boy of the Wei Dynasty."
"The Divine Mountain?"
Chen Yi understood.
The Great Asa was far away on the Divine Mountain at that moment.
Yet knowing this left Chen Yi even more alarmed.
He had no idea how the Great Asa had found him.
Perhaps "Hidden Immortal" was more than a title; he might possess other unfathomable methods as well.
Or perhaps this