"Lu Yang, Zhao Hu, what a bold East Ridge, daring to act so recklessly for just a village-level camp. From now on, as I oversee Jingxi, I will keep a close watch on East Ridge alone!"
Having just left Zhu Ling and hurriedly returning to Beishuo, Zhu Yang's face was ashen. The scene of Lu Yang's threatening retort kept replaying in his mind, causing his sword-wielding right hand to tremble uncontrollably, reflecting the intense rage within.
But after bowing his head in silent thought for a moment, a trace of apprehension still arose in his eyes.
Unable to tarnish the lord's name; Zhu Ling wasn't worth risking for; unwilling to offend Gu Tianxiong and Huang Tianxing; afraid of losing his position as dean...
The reasons for his restraint at Zhu Ling were numerous, but at the heart of it, East Ridge's strength was simply too formidable, and he wasn't confident he could directly suppress Lu and Zhao.
