The stronger a Martial Gall Warrior was, the more freedom he had to do as he pleased.
Gongyang Yongye couldn't be bothered to wait for the enemy to respond. After giving a hurried explanation, he vanished. Luo San was so furious he nearly blew his whiskers and glared, cursing Gongyang Yongye as a reckless old fool. "If he gets captured and killed, I won't do a thing about it. I can't afford that embarrassment."
Luan Xin was lost in his own world.
When he came to, he heard Luo San complaining, "The man has decent strength, but he acts without discipline or method. Only someone as broad-minded as Lord Shen could put up with him. If he were one of my soldiers..."
Luo San would surely loosen every bone in the man's body.
Luan Xin's allergic reaction had nearly cleared up, but he still looked somewhat listless. The air here was so foul that it made him uncomfortable to his very soul, so after a few brief instructions, he went to rest and gather his strength. The enemy was deliberately trying to put them in their place; they would probably leave them hanging for a day or two, so he wasn't worried about delaying anything important. When he woke again, Luan Xin felt as if his head weighed a ton.
It was as though his neck was about to snap beneath it.
It took him quite a while to recover enough to feel better.
By then, the sky outside the tent had turned as dark as ink. From beyond the screen, he could faintly hear Luo San and Gongyang Yongye speaking in low voices.
"...Xiang Lai Qu isn't being held here... That descendant of the Yuan family is, though... That was close. We almost got spotted."
"I told you you