Linghe Camp-Fingers Clash!

With a plan in mind, Jiang Yan's next moves became much more deliberate. He stopped flying around at random and began deliberately searching for groups of people dressed like soldiers.

The Yehuai Army had a sizable force, and its soldiers were in contact with one another. As long as he found one group, he could work his way along the chain and get what he wanted.

He kept at it for nearly another half hour before finally making a discovery.

Well, to be precise, he ran into someone he knew.

"..."

"..."

"Meng Ran, you..."

Wuyuanjia stood calmly where he was. He looked around at the soldiers closing in from all sides, then fixed his gaze on a tall man clad in hard armor and said in a low voice:

"Do you know what you're doing?

"Have you thought about the consequences?"

He had been careless... Wuyuanjia was nowhere near as calm inside as he appeared. After escaping from Baiyang Academy, he had been overjoyed, even a little relieved, to have managed to get away from the Dream Star Sect's experts unscathed.

But his excitement hadn't lasted long.

The Dream Star Sect had, as expected, kept another card up its sleeve. Soon after, he had been struck by some kind of intensely corrosive poison, and he had nearly died on the spot.

It had taken every trick he had to claw his way back from the brink.

But misfortune had stayed right by his side.

After leaving Yehuai City, Wuyuanjia had relied on his memory to find one of his trusted subordinates' bases, hoping to find somewhere safe enough to focus on healing his injuries.

He hadn't expected that this trusted subordinate had been bought off by the Dream Star Sect at some point, flattering him while secretly sending reports