He Xin noticed something strange about him. Though it was a little mean-spirited, seeing Yuan Liang suffer a setback really did lift one's spirits.
He put on a sincere expression of concern.
"Did Yuan Liang think of something?"
Or rather, had he thought of which enemy had tripped him up this time?
Based on what He Xin knew of Qi Shan, it would not surprise anyone if he offended every demon and monster under heaven. It would be a miracle if he managed to keep his head down and offend no one. Judging from Qi Shan's reaction, he had probably identified his target. Interest flickered in He Xin's eyes, but his old friend Cui Xiao could not muster the slightest schadenfreude toward his sworn enemy. Being happy to watch Qi Shan suffer setbacks—even suffer—did not mean he wanted to see Kang fall.
"Who is it?"
Those four words from Cui Xiao concealed Killing Intent.
Qi Shan merely shook his head lightly. "I have no clue."
He had paused only because he had realized how arrogant he had been subconsciously. In this era, when the Way of the Scholar was strange and ever-changing, his ability was not unique. For instance, Duke Luan Yi could replicate Masterful Painting and Calligraphy, creating a disguise so convincing it could pass for the real thing. Besides, the enemy's scheme had not been flawless. The forged military order might deceive heaven and earth, but what truly allowed this plan to proceed smoothly was the flaw in Kang's military system. That flaw was common among other countries and warlord factions as well.
Soldiers often knew only their own commanders.
Ordinary troops obeyed the squad leader, the squad leader obeyed the section leader, and the section leader recognized the Centurion. When an order came down from above, it