"Dealing with the Southern Barbarian Battlefield, even just a partial war is hard to withstand," Zhao Xing looked at his palm where he had just been cut, oozing strands of blood.
"The yao pattern changes, from Lake Mountain Xian to Mountain Earth Bo, signifying that the petty men wield power, while the noble men lose their influence, with crises lurking everywhere."
"Only by stopping with the momentum can one achieve great fortune."
A glint of contemplation flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes. "Could it be that after taking over the Sacrificial Soul Pass, we should stop cooperating? Who would sabotage our collaboration? The Zhao Yuan Army? The Yuanhua Army? The Huan You Army? Or Prince Liang's Faction?"
There were too many possibilities, and Zhao Xing was unsure of the outcome.
"Zhao Xing, what did you call me here for?" Chen Shijie arrived riding the clouds and landed on the warship.
