Chen Ye raised his eyelids and calmly sized up the other man, catching a hint of something unusual in the air.
He glanced at the people beside the big man.
These men wore ordinary martial attire and carried sabers at their waists, looking no different from typical jianghu travelers.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would notice that the tack on their horses, coupled with the posture they had maintained while in the saddle, differed entirely from ordinary jianghu folk.
It was obvious that these visitors harbored ill intentions and had come for him.
Instantly focusing his mind, Chen Ye stared back with an impassive expression and replied, "That is indeed me. I wonder what I should call Your Excellency?"
The big man grinned, baring a mouthful of yellow teeth and exhaling a sour, foul odor.
"That settles it then. I am Xu Ziqian. My apologies, General Pacifying the North, but someone wants to buy your life."
With these words, the entire post station suddenly grew tense as daggers were drawn.
Su Guang's expression shifted drastically behind Chen Ye.
His hand was already resting on the hilt of his sword, and he stepped half a step forward, intending to shield Chen Ye behind him.
Zhuang Chaoyang, Jiang Yi, and the others also stood up one after another.
The sounds of blades leaving their scabbards rose and fell in waves throughout the post station.
More than twenty pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Xu Ziqian and his men.
A fierce battle between the two sides was poised to erupt at any moment.
Chen Ye raised a hand to stop Su Guang and the others, who were about to surge forward.
"General!" Su Guang said in a low voice, his tone urgent.
Chen Ye looked at Xu Ziqian and said calmly, "Someone wants