Steward Yang's eyes lit up. Of course. When masters fought, victory or defeat was often decided within a few moves. Lord Kong had been gone for so long, yet the enemy had not come after us. The most likely possibility was that Lord Kong had been injured and was healing right now. If I go over at this moment, won't I be able to earn some merit before Lord Kong?
But what if they're still fighting? Steward Yang hesitated. Still, it's nothing. My martial arts are weak; even if I go over, they may not pay any attention to me. Besides, if Lord Kong loses, we're all doomed anyway. Why fear dying early or late?
Having made up his mind, the dissatisfaction in Steward Yang's eyes immediately turned to gratitude. He patted Zhang Xiaohua on the shoulder and said, "Ren Xiaoyao, you have a point. But you're only a medicine boy now. You'd best stay inside the carriage and not cause some mess that puts me in a difficult position."
Seeing that he understood, Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "I was only bored, so I came out for a walk. I'll go back now, I'll go back now."
With that, he jumped down from the carriage and slowly walked back.
Steward Yang climbed into the carriage, took out a treasured sword, and used his lightness skill to reach the front of the convoy. "How is Lord Kong doing?"
When the disciple at the very front saw Steward Yang approach, he gave a slight nod. "We still don't know. Lord Kong chased them across the rope bridge, and there has been no movement for quite some time. We don't know what the situation is."
Steward Yang said, "Hold your positions. I'll go take a look."
With that, he swung his long sword and