Those words were transmitted through a secret art; apart from Wang Chong, not a second person could hear them.
Wang Chong's heart jolted violently. Gao Gun had said that only three people knew he was also the Holy Lord of the Way of Great Peace. How did this man know too?
Afraid the other party was bluffing, he merely put on a look of astonishment and was still wondering how to phrase a tactful reply when Qiguan Sui's voice sounded again, saying mildly, "I am the keeper of the scriptures for the Way of the Yellow Heaven. That old fox Gao Gun failed to hide his tail properly, and I spotted it. He himself has no idea."
Only then did Wang Chong hurriedly bow deeply and say, "Wang Chong pays his respects, Teacher."
Though Qiguan Sui had heard something of the matter, he still could not help asking, "Do you dislike the surname Wen that much?"
Wang Chong answered, "If I have descendants in the future, their surname will certainly be Wang."
Qiguan Sui nodded slightly and said, "Since you have called me Teacher, I shall give you a piece of guidance."
"Yes!"
"You should go repel the enemy."
Wang Chong looked back. The pursuing troops were already only a few hundred paces away. He laughed long and loud and said, "Teacher, watch how your disciple tramples their linked camps beneath his horse!"
Wang Chong was going to charge their formation, and Yuwen Xuandu, Yueliduo, Jiang Wenjun, and the several Wudang Disciples who had accompanied them all followed. What he had not expected was that, a moment later, over a hundred of those several hundred iron-boned officials also stepped forward, mounted their horses, and followed him.
Although martial arts flourished in this world, and even civil officials often knew some