Xiao Jing heard the disdain in their voices, but he didn't pay it much mind.
In this day and age, contempt for the Alien Races was carved into the very bones of the Han People. It was only natural that a town like Muma Town, where Han and non-Han people lived together, would be disliked.
'Muma Town?!! The northernmost township in Shanwu?'
Xiao Jing thought to himself, recalling the various pieces of intelligence his spies had gathered.
Muma Town: close to the Great Desert, skilled at horse breeding and horsemanship, short on grain, on good terms with Xiahe Village, constantly clashing with the Alien Race, its people fierce and martial...
'Close to the Great Desert? Skilled at raising horses? Isn't this the perfect nail to drive into the Great Desert!'
Recalling the intelligence on Muma Town, Xiao Jing immediately felt a flicker of excitement.
