A rift had appeared, and he was the reason for it.
When Qin An heard those words, his brows drew together slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes.
He had spent so long at the Border Pass without ever having contact with anyone from the Forbidden Lands. Why would he cause a rift among them?
And why would that rift concern him?
Qin An thought for only a moment before the answer came to him.
He knew the reason.
At the Border Pass, the only Forbidden Land he had encountered was the Yellow Sand Forbidden Land. Before that, he had never dealt with any other Forbidden Land.
He had gone there to seize the Yellow Sand Pearl, and his methods had been forceful.
The people of the Yellow Sand Forbidden Land had warned him then: if he acted so forcefully, the Holdouts in the other Forbidden Lands would inevitably hear of it.
Those Holdouts who had been wavering would instantly switch sides on the battlefield and withdraw their support for him.
Qin An had thought little of it.
Those who wavered had nothing to do with him to begin with. Whether they supported him or not made no difference.
Their support would be welcome, but he would lose little without it.
Now, though, the outcome seemed different from what he had imagined.
If he had truly caused a rift among the Holdouts, then never mind dealing with the Betrayers in the Forbidden Lands—they might have their own headache to contend with for some time.
After a moment's thought, Qin An stood. "In that case, I'll take my leave."
Marshal Liu nodded. "Your business is more important, so I won't keep you. Come visit the Border Pass when you have time. I think highly of you."
Since Qin An had broken the