"Stand farther away."
"Farther still."
"Outside the fence! It's not as if I can run off with him... You there, tell them what your Junior Chief ordered..."
Wang Yang leaned against the fence, tapped the wooden railing twice, and casually gave his instructions.
The accompanying barbarian guard was speechless. Those in the know knew this was a Han envoy; anyone else would think they had acquired a Han Chief!
Still, he dared not say anything. Quite apart from the Junior Chief's orders, this man called the Junior Chief his brother and had been honored with a special banquet. He was clearly no ordinary person. With such an imposing manner, his standing in Han lands must be high—at least far higher than Blackheart's...
The Barbarian Guard said a few words in the Barbarian Language, and the barbarian soldiers guarding Liu Cheng had no choice but to retreat outside the fence.
Only after clearing everyone out did Wang Yang enter the thatched hut.
Liu Cheng sat on a straw mat with a battered set of bamboo slips in his hands, straining his ears to listen. Unfortunately, he was too far away, and the doors and windows were shut, so he could hear nothing. Just as he was growing restless, he suddenly heard approaching footsteps. He immediately straightened his back and began reading, his expression serene.
"Brother Liu, hope you've been well!"
Wang Yang entered and saw a thin man sitting bolt upright, reading. He paused in surprise, then recognized Liu Cheng upon closer inspection. Compared with how he had looked back in Jingzhou, he seemed an entirely different person.
Liu Cheng neither looked at Wang Yang nor spoke. He simply read at his leisure, as though he had not noticed anyone entering.
Seeing Liu Cheng ignore him, Wang Yang studied him and