He watched Wu Heng sitting leisurely on horseback, and anger instantly surged within him. He forcibly suppressed the urge to rush over and punch Wu Heng.
Damn Gerard.
He hadn't thought of me while running away, but now that he was being welcomed by everyone and there was no danger, he came running back.
Ash shoved aside the male soldier who had rushed to his side, his face covered in dust and grime, trying to kiss him in admiration. He walked up to Wu Heng, rolled his eyes speechlessly, and said irritably:
"Why are you back again?"
"Not bad. That black palm I gave you worked quite well. As for why I came back, of course it's because I felt I shouldn't run away alone. That wouldn't be very nice."
"That's why I came back." Wu Heng replied blandly, without much sincerity.
That utterly insincere tone made Ash clench his left fist.
He was infuriating beyond belief.
Still, hearing that made Ash feel like he could forgive him once, since Wu Heng had come back after all!
"Fine, fine. Since you gave me the black palm and still had enough conscience to come back and save me, I won't say anything."
"Welcome back, brother. Everything here is under my command now."
Ash spread his arms, turned in a circle, and shouted at everyone, "Isn't that right?"
"Right! Right! Right!" the soldiers roared.
"Really? That's wonderful!" Wu Heng seemed to let out a breath of relief.
"What do you mean?"
The moment Ash saw Wu Heng's expression, a bad feeling rose in his heart.
"Nothing. It's just that I may have brought you something."
"What?" Ash blinked in confusion. "Marrow Rot? Did you find the 'Mire Graveyard' you mentioned?"
"How could it be that fast? But I've already sensed it. One