The snow was vast and white, corpses scattered all over. Fang Zheng rode on a White Deer, swaying as he approached Fang Zheng's group, shaking his head and sighing.
"Officer Xiang is truly muddled. Others might not know what kind of person Luu Buwei is, but aren't you aware of his fate?"
Fang Zheng was genuinely exasperated. To be honest, though novels depict him, Fang Zheng still feels Xiang Shaolong is too naive. Frankly speaking, he's ultimately just a special forces soldier by background, with no big picture in mind, accustomed to being commanded rather than commanding others. That's why he instinctively leaned towards Luu Buwei when he saw him.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Shaolong's body shook, and the elderly man beside him suddenly widened his eyes, as if he realized something as he looked at him.
"Young Master Fang, may I have a word with you?"
