Chapter 236 (2/2)

”Yes sir” The spy had a sudden realization ”Lang Tao has also left”

Shen Zhong closed his eyes It was unclear what he was thinking about Soan to talk to himself quietly ”Since those southern barbarians want us to presume that Fan Xian is in the diplomatic co they could do about it”

He opened his eagle-like eyes, fierce and merciless ”The southern barbarians have spent the past decades learning how to scheood”

Having been awake throughout the night, Fan Xian also felt rather tired, but the zhenqi in his body was abundant, so he was still able to spur hiled to make his way down the small road that led from the distant mountain forest, he couldn't help but feel sohties, and had suffered decades of torture, and yet he was still able to break out of prison and ot his strength fro that soed to leave the city a little too easily He began to think of all the possibilities Narrowing his eyes slightly, he slipped down fro in the opposite direction In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared

The sun inched its ard, and Xiao En did the same To the as paradise; perhaps death, perhaps bliss

The diplo could not announce all of their plans to Shang Shanhu, and Xiao En also had his own backup The mountain road led upward, and he reached the end of it; a precipice on the top of a grassy hill To the left was a stone road that led to the Shangjing cavalry barracks Shang Shanhu and Xiao En had arranged it as theirplace

The redness in Xiao En's eyes had already faded He leaned over to one side, letting the sround He clapped his hands on his thighs and sat down Since no one had come to meet him, the plot had been discovered by the Qi royal court He knew that so here

Just like on the meadow by the riverside at Wuduhe, Xiao En once more felt tired, and didn't want to walk any further ”Come out”

He spat the words frorass trembled in the wind At the sound of his voice, a swordsed froh forehead, and his face was very pale The weight of the world see upon his brow He looked about forty years old With his right hand, he steadily gripped the hilt of the sword on his waist His knuckles were prominent His entire body was like a blade

”Friar He?” Xiao En narrowed his eyes, his glance cold

The swordsman was indeed Friar He, the ninth-level hth-level master that Fan Xian had diseo, had been his disciple

Friar He's face was pale and his clothing was black; the two contrasted with each other like snow on charcoal Respectfully, he cupped his fists in salute ”It is an honor, sir”

In Northern Qi, save for Ku He, anyone who met Xiao En would address him with the courtesy expected toward an elder

”I never io would becohed, then sat down on the ground, lightlyhis knees

”Many years have passed” Friar He looked at Xiao En with sincere respect on his face ”I'er's sworn guards you peace”

”You know that this land belongs to His Majesty,” Xiao En said quietly

Friar He knehat the old man meant The Emperor did not want Xiao En dead, and his blind loyalty to the E Eht I would see that handsoain ”I can't believe I spent so long striking terror into men's hearts, only to die as bait”

”There is no need to feel sorrow, sir Since Fan has knowingly retreated, I reckon his luck is good”

Friar He's sword rang out as he unsheathed it froht, his wrist and elbow for his blade into Xiao En's chest