Li Wuyou's eyes reddened, and two trails of crystalline tears slipped down her pale, lovely face. She quickly turned away and said softly, "I haven't cried all this time!"
Hu Xiaotian took out his handkerchief and handed it to her. Li Wuyou quietly wiped away her tears. Once she had regained her composure, she said in a low voice, "Here is a list of commanders my father considered loyal while he was alive. Most have already been killed or imprisoned. I've marked a few others specifically. Uncle Chang can contact them."
Hu Xiaotian took the list from Li Wuyou and skimmed it. One name caught his attention: Yan Hucheng. He was Zhang Ziqian's adopted son and one of the most outstanding commanders of Western Sichuan's younger generation. He had later been held accountable for the failed attack on Yunyang. So he was still in the Western Prefecture.
Hu Xiaotian carefully put the list away and asked quietly, "Is there any way to contact Xi Yan?"
Li Wuyou shook her head, concern showing in her beautiful eyes. With a soft sigh, she said, "I'm worried about her too. Perhaps you know that the Five Immortals Cult always had a close understanding with the Li Family. But for some reason, a conflict arose. Before the attack on Yunyang, the Five Immortals Cult severed ties with us. I haven't seen Xi Yan since then."
Hu Xiaotian had wanted to ask which of them, she or Xi Yan, was the real Li Wuyou, but swallowed the words before they left his lips. This was not the time to ask about the truth.
Disheveled and filthy, Yan Hucheng sat at a corner of the city wall. The blazing sun overhead had long since baked his skin dark, and even his tiger-like eyes seemed to have