Chu Yao wasn't the only one who'd misunderstood.
Shen Tang was starting to question her own sanity.
When that old bastard Yun Da suddenly fled and left them hanging, she'd worried it was a feint—a scheme within a scheme, luring them away to strike Kangguo from the other side. His avatar would draw Shen Tang and the others away, while his true self helped the Northern Desert launch a surprise attack on Kangguo's main camp. If things had gone that way, the traps Kangguo had laid in advance might not have worked, and the result would surely have been heavy casualties.
With Ji Moqiu's help, she'd rushed back as fast as she could.
There was no sign of Yun Da on the battlefield. Only Gong Cheng was there.
Gong Cheng was certainly a troublesome opponent, but he was nowhere near as threatening as a 20th Rank Che Hou. Shen Tang couldn't help wondering: where had Yun Da gone?
An outrageous guess surfaced in her mind, quite against her will.
Surely the old bastard hadn't gotten lost at his age?
If she couldn't figure it out, she'd stop thinking about it.
Wherever Yun Da had gone, it was a good thing he wasn't on the battlefield. They could take advantage of Gong Cheng being alone and capture him first, then deal with Yun Da afterward. If they split the pair up and took them down one at a time, it would be like cutting off the Northern Desert's left and right arms.
Then they could spread a little gossip. What would stop them from taking down the Northern Desert?
"Everyone, get him! Take him out!"
Without a second thought, she called for reinforcements, then slapped a palm toward Gong Cheng.
Sensing danger overhead, Gong Cheng dodged the gust of palm force.