"I heard that you were at the Tianshui Border, so why are you here..."
"Senior Brother is in danger."
Chen Sansi interrupted the other party, recounting everything he saw and heard on Cold Spring Mountain.
After listening, Nie Yuan's face darkened, and he smashed his wine cup to pieces: "That Huang Liulang, we should never have spared him back then!"
"So..."
Chen Sansi asked, "Where is Senior Brother now?"
"They started their return half a month ago, so if you consider the days, they should have reached the vicinity of Wushan by now, probably returning within a few days."
Nie Yuan said seriously, "Junior Brother, we need to hurry there."
"That's exactly what I intended."
...
Several days later, at Wushan.
A large army appeared in the desolate mountains and wild lands, each of them clad in armor, riding fierce beasts.
Above their heads were warships.
Red flags fluttered in the wind, emblazoned with two large characters: "Xue Tu."
