Song Yan and Sheng Nian naturally trusted A Yuan.
Shaking off the He siblings, the two hurried to the military camp at Daming Pass without looking back.
"..."
They had surveyed the whole pass along the way.
Far off, at its outermost edge, light and noise erupted from the chaotic battle between nine Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Closer by, above the Drill Ground, the Corpse Puppet A Yuan was also fighting the two defending generals of the He family.
Yet here, everything was utterly quiet.
There was not even a single soldier standing guard.
Sheng Nian narrowed his eyes slightly, surveying their surroundings.
Finally, both their gazes settled on the tents below.
Only then did two figures slowly emerge from a tent.
"I wondered what mighty figures had come. Just two callow boys!"
The man in front wore battle armor. He was powerfully built, his face square and resolute. He calmly watched the two intruders, commanding respect without anger.
"My young friends, you storm Daming Pass at night, kill my patrol guards, and treat the Restrictions within my pass as nothing. Such courage, such skill."
He Yiming stood still, a great saber at his waist.
Beside him stood another man, dressed in a Daoist Robe and looking about forty.
It was Yang Wenxuan, an elder of the Dongyuan Sect.
Song Yan was wearing a mask, and Yang Wenxuan had not recognized him.
Song Yan and Sheng Nian exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
"You flatter us, General He! We have merely come to borrow something from you on behalf of the Qin soldiers!"
Sheng Nian walked slowly toward He Yiming, resting one hand on his Horizontal Saber's hilt.
"Oh? Would that be the head on this old man's shoulders?"
He Yiming laughed. "That depends on whether you have the ability."
Sheng