"They found out about the Ministry of War's movements so quickly? It looks like there really are spies in the camp."
Yang Ling did not rush to act. He kept listening.
"Why do you think the boss didn't take us down the mountain sooner? He knows the Ministry of War is coming to wipe us out, but he still wants us to hold this place at all costs..."
"Keep your voice down. Are you trying to get yourself killed, talking about the boss behind his back? He must have his own plans.
"The Ministry of War only sent one Third-Rank Grandmaster this time, along with Zhao De, a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster. If the boss really takes action, neither of them is guaranteed to leave alive."
Yang Ling's heart lurched. This fellow sounded wildly arrogant, but there was a reason for that arrogance.
"He knows Vice Minister Hua is a Third-Rank Grandmaster, yet he's still this confident. Does the Jingxiao Bandits' leader really have third-rank cultivation? Is he even one of the stronger ones at that rank?"
At that thought, Yang Ling felt there was no need to act too soon.
"It's a shame. Rong State has its eyes on us now, and they've even tracked us down to Wuheng Mountain. I reckon we'll have to go home after this battle."
"Go home? Are they planning to quit?"
Yang Ling's expression shifted.
He still knew little about the Jingxiao Bandits, only that these bandits went after big targets in Rong State, never small ones.
Whenever they struck, their victims were invariably giants like the Mine Gang or the Medicine Gang.
Every raid netted them a vast haul of wealth.
Just then, a sound suddenly came from the dark, silent mountains.
It was the sound of arrows cutting through the air.
Flames flashed