"Brother Su Mo, I had a taste of your brilliant moves last time. I never expected us to march out together this time—what fate!"
Jin Lu walked over to Su Mo with a smile on his face. Judging from his expression, it seemed as though he no longer cared about the grudge of being injured.
Su Mo glanced at him. Though Jin Lu wore a smile, the icy chill in his eyes could not be concealed.
"It is indeed fate!" Su Mo nodded. Since the other party was maintaining a cordial facade, he would not ignore him.
"Hehe, I hope Brother Su returns safely to Sacred Emperor City after this campaign!" Jin Lu said with a faint smile.
Su Mo's eyes flickered at those words. This was a naked threat, and killing intent could not help rising in his heart.
"I will. You will return safely too!" Su Mo said blandly, his words carrying the same warning.
"It would naturally be best if we all returned safely!" Jin Lu said with a cold sneer.
Hearing the exchange between Su Mo and Jin Lu, everyone glanced at the two. Their open confrontation was naturally plain for all to see.
Zhu Tong remained expressionless, but the corner of his eye swept over Su Mo, and a flash of killing intent passed by.
Before long, everyone returned to the main camp.
The camps where the Red Dragon Camp and Black Cloud Army were stationed consisted entirely of wooden houses, looking rather crude.
These wooden houses had naturally been built by the garrison troops of Black Young Fortress specifically to quarter the army.
Rows upon rows of wooden houses were arranged neatly throughout the camp, stretching in an unbroken expanse and covering more than ten li in every direction.
Su Mo returned to the