The rain poured down relentlessly, striking the shattered temple roof's green tiles, and gathered into puddles of turbid water.
A menacing atmosphere pervaded the small broken temple.
Li Kuanglan stood steadfast and firm.
The trusted aides around Zhou Yin glared coldly like ice at Li Kuanglan, their taut muscles like drawn bowstrings.
Zhou Yin, however, appeared calm.
He gestured for his men to sheath their weapons and said with a smile:
"General Li, do you think I am a fool or a wise man? If you don't believe me, you can personally send someone to Medicine Valley to see if Miss Nanshuang is there."
Li Kuanglan slowly retracted his murderous aura, his eyelids drooping.
His emotions were somewhat mixed.
Among the princes of Dazhou, he actually admired the Third Prince in front of him.
After all, this Third Prince's battlefield performance was well-known, and with proper training, he could rival an excellent general.
Soldiers tend to attract one another.
