"Senior Brother Cheng, look! There's someone down there who looks exactly like that scoundrel. Could he be his twin brother?"
A disciple suddenly cried out, his voice full of surprise and confusion.
Hearing this, Cheng Quan hurriedly looked down. Sure enough, not far below, someone with a face strikingly similar to that villain's sat cross-legged.
Unlike the villain, who had been alone, however, this "twin" had a crowd gathered around him.
"That's hard to say..."
Cheng Quan muttered, his brows creasing slightly,
"But judging by their numbers, they seem to have about as many people as we do. This could be tricky.
Brother Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Yun, the other leader standing beside him, turned his gaze toward Luo Bai and the others below when he heard Cheng Quan's question.
He studied them for a moment, gave it some thought, then said:
"In my opinion, this man is most likely that scoundrel's twin brother.
Otherwise, why would those scoundrels have deliberately headed this way?
They probably just didn't expect us to be receiving our opportunities here, with no time to spare for them."
Zhang Yun paused, then proposed:
"In that case, Brother Cheng, how about this? You take some of our people to attack the twin below.
I'll take sixty men to pursue that scoundrel. We can split up. That might let us handle the situation more effectively."
At this, Cheng Quan immediately cursed inwardly: You thick-browed, wide-eyed bastard! So now you're trying to play tricks on me!
Looking down at the seven or eight hundred people below, he saw that their numbers matched his own side's.
But if they sent another sixty men after that scoundrel, they would be at a numerical disadvantage.
Besides, anyone with eyes could see that the people below were no pushovers.