"But you don't look so well?"
As Stoneborn spoke, he glanced into the distance and spotted the man dressed in night clothes. A martial arts expert could travel fast, but the man probably hadn't been back long.
Hui Mian kept staring at Jiang Lang. No matter how he looked at him, Jiang Lang seemed like a thief with a guilty conscience.
"Where's Old Yi?"
"Master's still over there. Senior Gray and I came ahead."
Jiang Lang had calmed down by now. He needed to have a proper talk with Old Yi about this, but now wasn't a convenient time to read.
The man elsewhere had no idea that his every move was being watched. He had already found his companions, and sure enough, two had been captured alive.
Only two martial artists remained in the courtyard to guard the captives. The others were nowhere to be seen, including the potbellied man who wielded the large saber.
Several possibilities occurred to him. The others might have gone out to pursue him, or perhaps to send word. But they probably wouldn't expect him to return while injured.
Should I strike?
Those two guards down below shouldn't be as skilled as that potbellied fellow. Soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals, after all. That potbellied fellow should be the best fighter among them. With a prepared attack against unsuspecting targets, perhaps I can kill both in a single strike!
But these people actually laid a trap for us. Clearly, they're no ordinary lot. They must have some reputation in Great Yong...
His eyes slowly narrowed as murderous intent rose within him, though he concealed his presence well. At the same time, he considered every possibility more carefully, including being caught by returning enemies in the middle of his attack.
One hand slipped into his