Pei Zhan sat on the horse without dismounting.
"Indeed, quite a coincidence. So what brings you here?"
Pei Zhan was already not in a particularly good mood, and seeing Xu Yin seemed to dampen his spirits even further.
Many years ago, when Xu Yin was still in the northwest, Pei Zhan already knew of his presence. He also knew how Xu Yin managed to stay in the military camp and how he became an apprentice to the strategist in the northwest.
So many people have lost loved ones on the battlefield, and many have survived, but none stayed behind like he did, seemingly always having things go smoothly for him, climbing the ranks and ultimately becoming the son-in-law of Prince Rong's Mansion.
Pei Zhan didn't know how Xu Yin managed to have the audacity to stay in the camp, but he couldn't deny that Xu Yin indeed had extraordinarily good luck.
