Yang Fei pondered for a moment and waved his hand.
"Xuanya, help me find all the information on the Red Shirt Army. I need to find a way to contact this group, maybe they can provide us with assistance."
An Zichen's gaze was somewhat peculiar, looking at Yang Fei, then shook his head.
"Your idea is not bad, but the Red Shirt Army is just a group of rabble, they can't stir up any big waves."
"To fight against the Sang Country Martial Arts Masters, we must rely on us."
Yang Fei gave a slight smile.
"The Great Ancestor taught us that the enemy's enemy is a friend. Only by uniting all forces that can be united can we effectively strike the enemy."
"The Red Shirt Army is the local power on Li Island. If we have their assistance, stirring up the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament will become very simple."
He smiled at An Zichen with squinting eyes.
"Leave this kind of thing to me, being the troublemaker is my specialty."
