Yin Kuang climbed to the mountaintop in the shortest time possible, took out a pair of high-powered binoculars, and looked down the mountain. Halfway down, he saw a pitch-black mass, with faint shouts of battle drifting up. Clearly, Wang Yue had already stopped the pursuers. Yin Kuang could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. On the plains below, let alone one Wang Yue—even ten Wang Yues would not have been enough to withstand the trampling of a thousand cavalrymen. But in these rugged, densely forested mountains, Wang Yue alone was more than enough to face a thousand men. Of course, Tang Rouyu deserved some of the credit as well.
Once he had basically confirmed that Wang Yue could handle the pursuers, Yin Kuang shifted his attention elsewhere. What worried him most now was Western God Academy's next move. Logically speaking, after going to such lengths to use the little emperor and Yuan Shao as blades to kill him, they surely had more tricks up their sleeves. Yin Kuang feared they were hiding somewhere in these mountains right now. In truth, he had long known that this ridge, closest to the allied army's camp, was the ideal place for an ambush. But even knowing that, he could only grit his teeth and designate this place as their rendezvous point. If he tried to be clever and flee in another direction, they would probably already have died beneath the pursuing cavalry's iron hooves.
Yet what puzzled Yin Kuang was that ever since entering this mountain range, everything had remained peaceful. There was no sign at all of Western God Academy's students, much less any ambush or surprise attack. This left Yin Kuang deeply confused. If it had been him, he would never have let such a perfect opportunity for pursuit