Gao Huan had just sat down, intending to study White Forest Town's terrain map first and lead the troops out again tomorrow.
Just then, the lamplight in the room flickered.
A sudden chill crept up behind Gao Huan, and he turned to look.
At some point, a middle-aged man in a blue-gray ritual robe had appeared behind him. His thick brows and large eyes suggested a kindly, honest disposition, yet the cold emanating from him chilled the heart.
Gao Huan sprang to his feet and hurriedly bowed. "This junior is Gao Huan of the Gao Household. On the orders of our Household Head, Gao Gonglu, I am stationed here to defend White Forest. My respects, senior."
Quan Yong nodded and asked, "Did anyone come here just now?"
Gao Huan knew deception was useless against someone like this, so he recounted what had happened, omitting only the fact that Li Fuchan had told him the truth.
"Oh? He only asked you for the Wudu Seven Marquis Military Strike Art?"
Gao Huan nodded.
Quan Yong studied the green-eyed young man bowing before him.
A ripple crossed his expression, only to be smoothed away.
Everyone in the world would deceive him, just as he deceived everyone else. By his nature, regardless of whether someone spoke truth or falsehood, he would first illuminate their Spiritual Nature and see for himself. But Gao Huan was far too special. He could not act rashly, or decades of planning would crumble at the final hurdle. How could he accept that?
"Kill him, and however many schemes he has, they will collapse without a fight."
The candle flame flickered.
Quan Yong had already vanished.
Gao Huan straightened and gazed at that tiny candle flame, silent for a long time.
Relying on Li Thunder's tremendous speed and the