These two men were fighting over a woman out of jealousy.
And that woman was currently lying in the Western Rong King's arms, pleasing him.
Chen Jing had more or less sorted out their relationships.
But he was still deeply shaken.
Just what sort of woman could bewitch two men into becoming such groveling lapdogs?
Wanrou, Wanrou...
Chen Jing almost slapped his forehead as realization dawned.
Jiang Wanrou?!
Wasn't she the dream lover who had led Cui Xingkong around by the nose and turned him into a Flower-Picking Thief consumed by lust?
He hadn't expected her to come stirring up storms in Western Rong.
And why did Chen Jing have the nagging feeling that, judging by the way Xu Jie and Zhuo Chengyin fawned over her, Jiang Wanrou was the true mastermind?
"But what about Chen Jing?"
Chen Jing heard his own name.
He quickly reined in his wandering thoughts and continued listening closely.
It was Xu Jie speaking.
"Zou Yan and Wei Cen both fell to him, one after the other."
"He's barely twenty, yet he already possesses such terrifying combat prowess. If we take control of Liang Prefecture someday, he'll certainly become a serious threat."
At that, Zhuo Chengyin couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.
"Chen Jing was my only miscalculation."
"Half a year ago, before he even reached Xiantian, I failed to kill him."
"Now that he's entered Xiantian, he's like a fish leaping through the Dragon Gate. He handles even experts of the Xiantian Greater Celestial Circuit with ease. It's truly horrifying."
"I should never have listened to Zhou Jiyao and gone looking for Yang Yuanzhao, seeking some supposedly legitimate cause for our campaign."
"With the world on the brink of chaos, a tyrant without virtue whom all under heaven should rise against is already