Jiang Zheyu fell silent for a moment, then slowly backed away.
'Forget it. Shan Xun is probably busy training his soldiers right now.'
'I'll look for him later.'
'The smell of sweat here is a little strong.'
'Can't stay, can't stay. Time to dip.'
But just as Jiang Zheyu was about to leave, a roar erupted from the crowd.
"WHOA!"
The clamor was incredibly loud, echoing across the entire training ground.
The sound flooded into Jiang Zheyu's ears.
All at once, the huge crowd of Beastmen in front of Jiang Zheyu parted, and a Beastman came flying out from the middle, straight at her.
Jiang Zheyu instinctively stumbled back a few steps, but it was too late. The Beastman, who looked as if he'd been kicked with immense force, rushed over and slammed right into her.
A jolt of pain shot through her as she crashed to the ground, instantly pinned beneath the Beastman.
Jiang Zheyu thought, 'You really shouldn't get involved in commotion. It's too easy to get caught in the crossfire.'
