Lü Bu's troops were actually returning to the city that very day too!
Zhang Liao froze at the sight, then instantly grew excited. He said to Huang Zhong and Qu Yi beside him, "Keep escorting the rebels. I'll go ahead and greet Duke Wen!"
With that, he spurred his horse forward in pursuit, calling out from afar before he even reached him. "Fengxian, Fengxian-!"
Up ahead, among the troops.
Lü Bu had been smiling broadly and waving to the commoners lining both sides of the official road. When he heard that familiar voice behind him, his powerful frame jolted.
Why was that rascal Zhang Wenyuan returning to the city today too?!
Lü Bu inwardly groaned. Of course he recognized Zhang Liao's voice, but he had never expected to run into him on the road by such a coincidence.
No wonder so many commoners had come to welcome them today.
They had not come to welcome him at all!
Hearing the voice, Zhao Yun glanced back and said to Lü Bu, "Duke Wen, General Wenyuan is just behind us. Should we wait for him?"
"You're mistaken. That isn't Zhang Wenyuan."
Lü Bu flatly rejected Zhao Yun's suggestion, then said without a change in expression, "I suddenly need to relieve myself. I'll enter the city first. Zilong, take your time."
With that, he squeezed his horse's flanks and accelerated.
Zhao Yun was utterly bewildered. Lü Bu had not even looked back, so how did he know the man behind them was not Zhang Liao?
Seeing Lü Bu leave the column and hurry toward the city, Zhang Liao assumed the noisy crowd had drowned out his calls, so he raised his voice.
"Fengxian, slow down! Wait for me!"
He would have been better off keeping quiet. At those words, Lü Bu rode even