Only three teams continued heading north, and as time slowly passed, Nie Yurong's Communication Paper Crane never brought any good news.
Yongjia City.
Government office back courtyard.
Zhao Shixiong, slightly short in stature with a beard covering his cheeks but an imposing presence, paced within the room.
Gongsun, tall and voluptuous with a graceful figure, sat at the table and couldn't help but say, "Master, we cannot go back! Xu Jingtang has already become suspicious of you. Previously, when the Eastern Front requested aid, Mu Prince ordered us to remain stationary! Now, there's a letter asking you to leave the troops in the city and return alone in haste! This is definitely a trap!"
