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The afterglow of the setting sun gradually faded, and the last streak of red in the sky quietly disappeared, as night fell like ink.
Within the military camp, lights began to flicker on one by one, illuminating the busy figures and tense atmosphere. Ma Xingyu and Wei Jing stood on the observation platform, gazing into the distance, their minds swirling with unspoken thoughts.
"This power is indeed formidable," Wei Jing's voice rang out clearly in the stillness of the night. He wore his signature blue robe, his handsome face illuminated by a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes. His fingers lightly tapped against the railing beside him, producing a crisp sound that seemed to resonate with his heartstrings.
Hearing this, Ma Xingyu's gaze deepened. He turned to meet Wei Jing's eyes, and both reflected the same concern. This mission was already tricky, and now it had taken an unexpected turn, leading them to question whether this was a sign of some impending danger.
Just as they were lost in their thoughts, a sudden rush of footsteps outside the camp shattered the night's tranquility. A scout hurriedly approached, dropping to one knee with clasped hands, his expression tense as if he bore significant news.
"Reporting to Lord Qian Ren Jiang, a group of skilled fighters has appeared outside the camp. Some claim to be old acquaintances of you two," the scout said, urgency lacing his tone as he expressed his unease about this unexpected arrival.
Ma Xingyu and Wei Jing exchanged worried glances, their brows furrowing as they contemplated what this could mean. They decided to investigate further.
As they quickened their pace, the camp's gates came into view. Outside stood a group of experts clad in black garments; their presence exuded calmness, each possessing strength around Xiantian Tenfold—clearly not ordinary individuals.
Ma Xingyu stepped forward, scanning the group for any familiar faces. Just then, their leader approached—a tall figure with a stern expression and an indescribable gleam in his eyes.
"I was sent by the prince to assist you, Ma Da Ren," he said softly.
Upon hearing "Ma Da Ren," a surge of excitement welled up within Ma Xingyu. He understood that this could be a hint from the prince; if he handled things well, promotion could come swiftly thereafter.
He quickly invited these individuals inside and elaborated on the current situation and the recent developments. During their conversation, Ma Xingyu began to notice something peculiar...
Aside from the leader, who treated him relatively well, the others showed him little respect, and it could even be said that there was a hint of disdain in their demeanor. Their eyes revealed a sense of arrogance and indifference.
Ma Xingyu couldn't help but feel a twinge of displeasure. He worked hard to maintain his composure, trying to glean some useful information from these individuals. He turned to the leader and asked, "Did the prince send you here with any special instructions?"
The leader merely shook his head lightly in response. Another expert nearby cast a disdainful glance at Ma Xingyu, as if uninterested in his question. Coldly, he replied, "The prince sent us to ensure the artifact is safely retrieved; he didn’t elaborate on anything else."
As for Ma Da Ren... The way he said "Ma Da Ren" was clearly laced with mockery. The expert paused for a moment before continuing, "Ma Da Ren just needs to wait for us to complete our mission, and then he can look forward to promotions and wealth during the year-end report in the capital."
Upon hearing this, Ma Xingyu felt a surge of anger rise within him. He knew these people clearly looked down on him, believing he would be unable to complete this mission. He struggled to suppress his inner fury and turned to the leader, speaking in a low voice, "Since the prince sent you here, I hope we can work together to complete this mission. Regardless of how you view us, this task is crucial."
The leader shot a glare at his subordinate upon hearing this. "I apologize; it seems I have not managed my team well." Ma Xingyu shook his head in response.
At that moment, Wei Jing stepped forward, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. He looked at the leader and smiled, saying, "Since we are all here to accomplish the same mission, why don’t we set aside our differences and discuss strategies together? I believe that as long as we work in unison, we can successfully complete this task and impress the prince."
"There’s no need for division; we can all rise together!" Ma Xingyu forced a smile while suppressing his anger. "Exactly, let’s all get promoted together!"
If Wei Jing was merely seeking to ingratiate himself, Ma Xingyu knew he would inevitably have to interact with this group in the future; making things awkward now would not bode well. Under mutual compromise, both sides finally began discussing how to retrieve the artifact.
Ma Xingyu was still suppressing his anger, and his words had become fewer. Beside him, Wei Jing spoke up, "For us, time is very ample, as the other three Thousand-Man Teams of the Eagle Wing Guard are holding the front line."
It had to be said that Chen Feng indeed had some strength; he had held out for six days, and the enemy hadn’t even completed half the distance. This was a very good opportunity for us; no one would disturb us as we took the artifact and left immediately.
Among the prince's envoy, one person suddenly spoke up. "Captain Xu, however, the divination does not suggest the same. This time, our chances of obtaining the artifact are only one in ten."
Wei Jing was taken aback and looked at the leading Captain Xu, asking, "Who is this?"
"Qintianjian, Hong Zhu," Captain Xu replied softly.
"Hong Zhu!" Upon hearing this name, Ma Xingyu froze for a moment. "You are the Hong Zhu who became the chief scribe of Qintianjian at the age of ten?"
Hong Zhu glanced at Ma Xingyu indifferently. "That's right. So you all better think about where exactly things went wrong."
Or perhaps someone has overlooked something; now that the heavenly secrets are obscured, I can only see that this journey is a sign of great misfortune!
Ma Xingyu and Wei Jing were momentarily stunned in place after hearing this. They had thoroughly investigated the area within a hundred miles; it was impossible for any outsiders to be present.
The unusually formidable Red Tower army had been held back by the terrifying Chen Feng with a force of three thousand to five thousand soldiers for six days; there was simply no time for anyone else to arrive. What could possibly be amiss?
Just when they were puzzled about where things had gone wrong, in the distance, Chen Moxuan was quietly observing them. He had an eye on all directions and could hear even the faintest sounds entering his ears.
"This little girl indeed has some talent," Tiger Brother remarked from beside him.
Chen Moxuan glanced at him, somewhat puzzled.
"Hmph," Tiger Brother snorted coldly. "If you can't even see this, your strength is truly too weak."
He could see what he wanted to see even under the influence of obscured heavenly secrets. This was beyond mere talent!
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