Four days ago...
Four days ago, Lu Chao had been at the Peak Second Layer and had fought him to a draw. Now, Lu Chao was at the Peak Fourth Layer. Nan Zhuiming was certain he couldn't win.
And with his words... SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Four figures immediately flashed into the tent—they were, of course, the four Yan Soul Guards from outside.
The moment they entered, Lu Chao shouted, "Marshal, go!"
By the time Nan Zhuiming entered, Fan Changcun had already retreated to the edge of the tent behind Lu Chao.
With all the assassins now inside, Fan Changcun could slip away. Lu Chao would keep them occupied, breaking their focus on Fan Changcun and allowing him to escape to the safety of the Dragon Flame Soldiers and Horses.
Lu Chao wasn't afraid of being besieged by Nan Zhuiming and the four others. His fear was that they would tie him down, allowing one of them to slip away and assassinate Fan Changcun.
That was why Lu Chao had pulled Fan Changcun into the tent...
