In a certain valley stood many tents. One of them was brightly lit, and two men were inside. One was Huang Tao. The other was a middle-aged man, a Myriarch of the Hidden Moon Country named Zhao Xing.
"Lord Myriarch, the men from the Long Ming Army are too arrogant! They killed Ma Wu right in front of me, showing complete disregard for our Hidden Moon Country. I even mentioned your name, Myriarch, but they didn't care at all. They're ignoring you!"
Zhao Xing had been sitting and drinking tea, but his expression grew darker the more he listened. Finally, he set down his teacup and asked coldly, "Where are those people?"
"In the ruins 50 miles away."
"That place?" Zhao Xing frowned. "Isn't that the territory of the Blackwater Mysterious Snakes? How dare they go there?"
