Half a moment later, Chu Xisheng waved away the blue light screen in front of him.
He first wiped the cold sweat, as large as beans, off his forehead with his sleeve.
The problem still wasn't solved, only postponed — so, in the coming period, troubles were inevitable.
Chu Xisheng then turned to Feng San: "Mr. Feng, where are those Inner Palace experts hiding?"
"There are three confirmed locations, the closest is three hundred and fifty miles south of here. They are hiding in a Mountain God Temple within a valley, and Xiaao Hongchen is also there."
Mad Sword Feng San answered without hesitation, pressing his sword at his waist, with a sharp intent to kill: "My Lord wants to startle the snake? A wise move."
This could disrupt their deployment and rhythm, causing the enemy to be in disarray, at worst, cutting off an arm of the enemy.
No matter what the court intends to do, they must not be allowed to succeed.
