"Something was very wrong with this place."
A faint light flashed in the corner of a Dingxiang City alley, revealing Chen Cuo. He studied the city before him, a strange look in his eyes.
The Cui brothers followed close behind, excitement and lingering fear still on their faces. Soaring through the clouds had truly set their hearts racing.
But at Chen Cuo's words, Cui Qian came back to his senses at once. He stepped forward and saw several men unmistakably dressed as Turks wantonly whipping two commoners nearby.
He sighed. "Liu Wuzhou could only control Hedong by relying on the Turks, so naturally he has to repay the favor. Many of his officers and commanders are Turks! That's why more and more of them have been coming south into Hedong, especially around Dingxiang City! These Hu People have the hearts of wolves and know nothing of propriety or righteousness. The moment they set foot in the Central Plains, they beat and curse our people at will..."
Little Pig's eyes rolled as he took in the scene. "Don't you Central Plains people talk about bloodlines and descendants? About how their hearts must be different? Hmph!"
Cui Qiang sneered. "If someone from the Central Plains clashes with a Hu, that Khan Liu will blame the Central Plains person instead! Otherwise, how could these Hu be so brazen? They come to the Central Lands and become our betters. It's unheard of! Unthinkable!"
"Tsk, tsk." Little Pig curled his lip. "You've seen too little, and you're too young. Back then, the Northern Lands of your Central Plains were full of yellow-haired, white-skinned Hu People lording it over everyone! Hmph, hmph!"
Cui Qiang's face flushed red, but he did not dare say more.
"Enough." Chen Cuo cut them off. "Those Turks certainly have someone to