Zhang Yu's rebellion might have struck others as something terrifying, but to Yao Xiang and Liu Cheng, it was... Liu Cheng had come precisely to deliver this news.
Yet when the news arrived, Liu Acheng, standing in the evening breeze, still felt a trace of lingering fear and alarm.
The northern warlords of this era truly were this unreasonable, this impossible to reckon with, and astonishingly swift to act.
It was like his earlier conversation with Yao Xiang. In theory, Yao Xiang would certainly not kill him and would even guarantee his safety. There seemed no need to carry on like Yang Xiu, yet he simply dared not leave things unsaid. Without spelling everything out and obtaining an explicit guarantee, what if one of Yao Xiang's dozens of brothers turned out to be a bastard?
And so, at that instant, he even regretted coming.
But now that he was here, was he supposed to run?
Then he really would be a southern man of letters giving himself away.
Thus, that trace of lingering fear and alarm flashed through Liu Acheng's mind and vanished. He immediately cupped his hands toward Yao Xiang, who had come personally to bring the news. "General Who Pacifies the North, since this campaign has come so suddenly, far beyond anything we imagined, may I accompany you and observe the fighting, now that things have reached this point?"
Remembering the other man's claim that his side was the safest place in the Central Plains, Yao Xiang could not help smiling slightly. "After spending day and night together these past few days, Yulong, I have found us exceptionally congenial. How could I bear to part with you? Besides, with the fighting upon us so suddenly, I cannot let your hundred and fifty light cavalry wander about. If anything