Over a hundred miles away from Wushan Prefecture, within a forest by the riverbank.
The Flying Bear King, Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xintai, and Xiao Qingying, along with a dozen skilled local rebels, were scouting the terrain around the area.
"Spit!" The Flying Bear King indignantly spat on the ground, "Damn it, my wounds haven't even healed, yet they insist on not keeping idle hands, forcing us into action. Isn't this just causing trouble?"
"They just don't trust us," Zhang Xuan replied calmly, "Which is understandable. After all, we came from afar, no one can vouch for us, validate our identity. If we were to harbor a few spies, it would surely impact them."
