Zhen Sushan explained, "His martial arts had not yet reached their peak back then. Later, there seemed to be rumors that he had cultivated a demonic art and achieved great mastery in a divine skill, though no one knew whether they were true. The main issue was that our country had been destroyed, and we never again had a chance to get close to Temujin. The only one who might know the truth is the Old Man of the Mountain. After all, his organization carried out thousands of assassination attempts and should know whether Temujin truly possessed the unfathomable martial arts described in the rumors."
Song Qingshu's expression shifted. It seemed he would have to find an opportunity to ask the Old Man of the Mountain. But now that the Old Man of the Mountain had submitted to the Mongol Empire, would approaching him rashly backfire? Perhaps it would be better to contact Zhang Wuji first. With that connection, making contact would be easier.
The two continued onward when Zhen Sushan suddenly cried out and hurried forward. "Wild Man and Pretty Girl!"
Song Qingshu looked over and saw a man and a woman lying crookedly in the grass nearby. The man resembled an ape, his body covered in thick hair, and he was indeed exceedingly rough-looking. The woman was far more delicate, though she could only barely be called pretty. Of course, compared to the ape-like man beside her, she appeared rather more beautiful.
Yet neither of them was breathing. They had clearly already died here.
"Their bodies are still warm. They must have died only recently. Hurry after them—perhaps we can still save your prince." Song Qingshu directly grabbed her hand and continued on.
With Madam Zhen's intelligence, how could she fail to see that? But seeing it was