His Highness Yin Jiao Too

"Has your lord returned yet?"

Wen Zhong came to the front army for the eighth time and asked.

The front army had been ambushed, so the news naturally reached the central army and Wen Zhong very quickly.

"How is the situation?" Di Xin said in a deep voice.

The soldier said, "We killed over four thousand enemy troops and captured over five hundred. It's just that Xiqi's generals each relied on strange arts to fly through the heavens and burrow through the earth. Daoist Jiao'er led men in pursuit of Jiang Ziya, and Lord Lu went after Daoist Jiao'er."

"Chased out..."

Di Xin's gaze narrowed slightly, and he sank into thought. "Why?"

Since ancient times, it had always been said that a cornered bandit should not be pursued. He sensed something wrong with this camp raid, so victory was enough; chasing them out was truly unnecessary.

He did not believe Lu Chuan could not see that there might be a problem hidden within this, yet Lu Chuan had still gone after them.

Because of that, he could not understand it at all. Jiao'er Daoist had such formidable magic treasures and divine abilities—why had Lu Chuan still been uneasy, and instead chased after him?

"It really was just as Junior Brother predicted."

On the other side, Wen Zhong was startled. Remembering the matters Lu Chuan had entrusted to him in case of the worst, he dared not be negligent, and so he paced back and forth through the camp, waiting for news.

Thus, in the short span of a little over two hours, he had come to the front army eight times.

Yuan Hong said helplessly, "No, no, Grand Preceptor. It's already been over two hours now. We're anxious too, but he hasn't come..."

Wen Zhong raised his head and looked