698 A Play. A Plot. (1/2)
It seemed that General Li only had one expression etched onto his face; he looked troubled like he had been caught between a rock and a hard place. ”Young Master Yun, giving way is of no concern, but His Highness, the crown prince…”
Yun Yang replied impatiently, ”This will have nothing to do with you! I promise on behalf of Hen Bieli that he will not find fault with you in the future! As for His Highness, I'll explain all this to him myself, and it will still have nothing to do with you. Is this acceptable?”
He then snorted and said, ”If he dares to say anything about it, he can come to me directly!”
The last line was delivered with an incredibly overwhelming aura.
General Li did not look any more relieved than he was before. Sighing, he finally waved his hand with no small amount of hesitation. ”Lower your bows and arrows! Give way!”
Hen Bieli howled and spoke coldly, ”It will be enough to lower the bows and arrows! I dare not walk the path indicated by His Highness!”
Before his words echoed in the air, he sprung into the sky and cried out, ”Let's go!”
Hong Zhan and the others tailed closely behind him. The five men flew into the sky like five rocs, zooming away, headed towards the city's southern quadrant. The five of them converged into a single stream, looking like a thunderbolt as they passed through. The long trail that was left in the sky was formidable, its aura frightening.
Hen Bieli's group of five was not only comprised of the masters of assassination, but they were also top notch cultivators of the current era. Although Yun Yang had only won a moment of respite for them, the damages they had suffered were relatively limited; it was mostly energy exhaustion. While they could not recover their pinnacle combat power despite replenishing most of their energy, it was not a problem for them to perform a high-velocity escape, with the short break they had.
The quintet's voice came from afar, ”Young Master Yun, the world is vast – allow us to repay your favor in the future! From today onwards, we shall not harm even a hair of Young Master Yun and anyone under the care of Young Master Yun. Should you have any instructions for us, pass the message in the martial world – we shall follow through, even if it means dying a thousand deaths!”
The voices grew farther but more intense. They eventually roared like a thunder that drummed above Tiantang City.
There were no more martial world men remaining in the city's east that were now in ruins. General Li and a few of his subordinates who had been wearing a troubled look since they appeared exchanged a glance with Yun Yang, both sides wearing a meaningful smile.
The unsettled expression was no longer plastered on their faces!
Yun Yang spoke to the general, ”Is the person who arranged your mission fine?”
This was the last test. The cooperation this time was flawless – it was also a test for that person. General Li was not someone Yun Yang was familiar with.
General Li answered, ”Sir Wu asked us to greet young master in return if you were to ask about him.”
Yun Yang let out a relieved breath.
His contact with Wu Ying had not lasted for long. They had not met in this duration of time, only observing each other from afar. However, Wu Ying's attitude of wanting only to do the last of what he could with no other wishes in or for life was obvious. Other than work, he was as animated as the living dead.
Yun Yang had given the matter a long period of consideration before finally deciding on this probe.
The probe was not only a test of cooperation, but there were also other aspects contained within. Up to this point, there was no other problem.
…
At the Board of War, General Li arrived at the entrance of the dark and silent house.
”Sir Wu, this subordinate comes to submit news that the mission is completed.”
”Mm.”
”Sir Wu has guessed correctly, it was indeed Young Master Yun who hasbeen asking for my assistance.”
”Mm.”
”This subordinate has greeted Young Master Yun, according to Sir Wu's instruction.”
”Mm.”
”Does Sir Wu have any further instructions?”
”No.”
”Then, this subordinate bids his leave.”
”Mm.”
The conversation was as simple as it could get. It was as if Wu Ying only knew how to utter a single word – an additional word more and he would be reluctant to speak. Yet, this was his normal behavior in the Board of War. If it had not been his personal arrangement, he probably might not have even said this single word.
Inside, Wu Ying sat listlessly before the table, as usual, carefully tidying the many years of documents and records of the Board of War. Beside him, there were a few books that he had just compiled and finished writing.
”About Han Sanhe.”
”About Qiu Jianhan.”
”About Nine Supremes' Fall.”