After leaving the Assistant General's Shogunate, Yang Zhengshan realized his back was actually soaked with cold sweat.
Secret Martial Guard, Blood Blade, Great Ancestor of Da Rong!
These were all things he could not touch. Let alone touch them—even speaking wildly about them would not do.
If that volume he had written made its way into the Old Emperor's hands, it would be strange if the Old Emperor did not chop him down.
Fortunately, Zhou Lan bore him no ill will and had let him burn it on the spot. Otherwise, that thing would have become Yang Zhengshan's death warrant.
Yang Zhengshan Sighed heavily and thought to himself in his heart: In the future, I can't carelessly use things from my previous life anymore. Not just things from my previous life—my words have to be watched too.
After settling his mind a little, Yang Zhengshan finally left the Assistant General's Shogunate. However, he did not immediately return to Yinghe Fortress, but instead went to Yang Mingzhi's Small Courtyard and Looked At it.
The Small Courtyard was not large, about the same as the Yang family's house in Yang Family Village, but it was more than enough for Yang Mingzhi's family to live in.
"You go make the meal. We'll eat here at noon and go back in the afternoon!"
Yang Zhengshan instructed Song Dashan and the others behind him.
He naturally had not come to Yinghe Fortress alone. As a Thousand-Man Commander and Defense Officer, when he went out, even if there were no gongs and drums clearing the way, he still had to bring a few personal attendants.
Song Dashan had always stayed by his side, playing the role of chief bodyguard. It was just that they had never encountered any attacks or trouble, so Song Dashan and the