"What did you say, Old Man Song?" the young man closest to him asked, looking confused.
But Old Man Song ignored him completely and continued muttering to himself. "And why did we save those two people?"
"It was the young lady's idea." The Middle-aged man chimed in. To be honest, he wasn't happy about it, but he didn't feel he could say so.
To his surprise, Old Man Song turned to him and asked in an accusatory tone, "The young lady's idea? Do you really think the young lady you know would do something like that?"
The Middle-aged man froze. His first reaction was anger. After all, Old Man Song was only the leader of one branch of the Fangshi, while he was a bona fide general with real power. If not for the young lady's sake, he wouldn't have given those charlatan Fangshi the time of day. But just as he was about to explode, Old Man Song continued, "And you, Commander Zhao. Given your personality, would you really have watched the young lady take along two burdens who were on the verge of death without trying to stop her?"
Commander Zhao opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
It was true. He knew the young lady's temperament; she would never do something like that. And as for him, there was no need to mention it. He had nearly five hundred lives on his hands and was a veteran of the battlefield through and through. Every bit of his merit had been earned with his own blade. By rights, he would have taken advantage of the young lady looking away and cut those two useless men down, so they wouldn't get in the way.
Yet judging by the outcome, none of them had done that. In fact, they