Desert Wolf Smoke

"Does the general have any proof?" Lu Changwen asked.

Pu Ying shook his head. "No. But I have never associated with people of the martial world. What Miss Yang Yun said just now is almost impossible."

"You muddleheaded bug, you're practically a match for an earth dragon." As a young woman, Yang Yun still bore a grudge over the earlier slight.

Lu Changwen frowned. "Yang Yun, do not be so presumptuous."

"What? You're blaming me too? Isn't that muddled official just like an earth dragon—nothing but a straight gut?" Yang Yun puffed out her cheeks, her lips sticking out high.

Pu Ying felt rather awkward, yet he found Yang Yun especially lively and did not take offense. He merely asked, "What is an earth dragon?"

"An earth dragon is an earthworm. You can use it to fish. Yang Yun has no filter on her mouth, General, please do not blame her." Lu Changwen was utterly disappointed in Yang Yun. He could not understand why she had mocked Pu Ying time and again.

Lu Changwen had wanted to ask more, but soldiers outside came to report. Pu Ying told the two to wait, then hurriedly rose and left.

"So weak and spineless. A vital border stronghold of Great Ming is actually guarded by someone like this. Zhu Yuanzhang truly is an old fool." Yang Yun curled her lip.

Lu Changwen deeply agreed. "Pu Ying was evasive about the wolf smoke. I fear what he said was untrue."

"Ha. If someone in his position so easily believed a military order handed over by two people of unknown origins, wouldn't that be far too childish?" Not a trace of Yang Yun's earlier playful demeanor remained.

"That is why when things are abnormal, there must be a demon at work." The moment Lu Changwen