"Heh."
A cold laugh shattered the grave, solemn atmosphere.
Everyone turned toward the sound. Shen Tang saw the burly young man, who had remained silent until now, still wearing a sneer. "What are you laughing at?"
Yun Da answered with a question of his own. "How many warriors does your entire clan have?"
"Fewer than two thousand," Jimò Cong replied.
"Fewer than two thousand. That's enough to get started, but to achieve the 'unification' our woman lord spoke of, I'm afraid 'stretched thin' wouldn't begin to cover it. The woman lord's words are laughably arrogant." Yun Da's eyes were full of undisguised mockery. The first to react wasn't Jimò Cong, but his lord, Ji Sun Yin. The latter rarely showed such a fierce expression, but now his eyes held a cold warning.
Yun Da firmly and coldly brushed his hand away.
As Ji Sun Yin's subordinate, that gesture amounted to defying orders!
But Yun Da was indeed defying him.
If Ji Sun Yin joined these foolish clansmen in making a scene, then Yun Da could do without having him as his lord. He had never been loyal to any particular person; Ji Sun Yin was merely a vessel for the "Way." When he was no longer that vessel, the bond between lord and subject would be at an end!
Yun Da slowly rose, martial energy surging in his hand.
With a swish, the red tassel fluttered as snow and ice coalesced into a spear.
"What does the woman lord plan to use to fulfill her 'bold words'? These few women who don't know what they're talking about? Or you, a clueless little boy? The cruelty of this world is no game." No woman had ever become a Literary Scholar or a Martial Gall Warrior. So what if the Gongxi Clan