Not far away, Luo Jingsong and Wu Zheng both revealed a grave expression upon witnessing this.
"Is someone causing trouble?"
Luo Jingsong said solemnly.
Wu Zheng slightly nodded, his gaze landing on the crowd that had gathered in front of the Secret Martial Guards' campsite.
At this time, it was no longer a dozen people there, but hundreds.
Hundreds of people were converging together, clamoring at the Secret Martial Guards' camp, seemingly ready to storm the place at the slightest disagreement.
"What do we do?" Wu Zheng asked with a frown.
Luo Jingsong thought for a moment, "We can't let them assault the Secret Martial Guards' camp. Otherwise, once a conflict erupts, the situation will become unmanageable!"
Once the conflict starts, both the Secret Martial Guards and the other Jianghu forces will inevitably be drawn into it.
Even if you don't want to get involved, you'll probably be dragged in regardless.
"Form up!"
Luo Jingsong made a decisive call.
