Unexpectedly, Lu Zixun had been so openly disrespectful to Qing Yuanyang, his smile now even broader by threefold.
"Lord Xun, we are now allies, and we should present a united front," Qing said. "Since the people under Crimson are lacking in discipline, it's only right for you to teach them a lesson. My sudden intrusion was a mistake."
With a respectful bow, Qing Yuanyang immediately left, heading towards Crimson's command tower.
After storing the Night Evil Sword back into its talisman, Lu Zixun watched Qing Yuanyang's retreating figure, eyes filled with contemplation.
This must be the Crimson commander Ge Changming mentioned, capable of advancing or retreating, vengeful for every grievance.
Seems like by not releasing the prisoners today, I've offended Qing Yuanyang, but what of it? Lu Zixun's face held an air of indifference.
"Now, how has Elder Wang changed into such a mercenary figure? The man he used to be..."
