At the same time, as Shi Feiyang escorted Yili back into Shanxi's territory, he did not notice anything unusual.
He also needed to take care of Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing's emotions, ensuring they felt safe and comfortable throughout the journey.
As their group stepped into Shanxi, Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan were hurrying from Liaodong to Mount Heng, Shanxi. Seated steadily on his horse, Zhong Renwang squinted his eyes, his mind working like a precise calculating machine, pondering every next step.
He first considered Shi Feiyang's formidable martial arts skills; going in personally would be asking for trouble. He needed to find a scapegoat.
His lips curled into a sly smile, secretly proud: "Hmph, let those Shanxi martial artists be the cannon fodder. Their righteous anger towards Shi Feiyang can be used."
This was the first layer of his conspiracy, using others' hands to avoid exposing himself to danger.
Next, he began to contemplate the specific ambush strategies.
