1570: Chapter 1563: Heading to the Rainbow Governnt 1570: Chapter 1563: Heading to the Rainbow Governnt “But overly displaying military strength will only lead to greater trouble,” Tangmo sighed and said.
“It doesn’t matter.
As long as it’s a military problem, we can basically handle it,” Cheng Ziang said.
“I hope so,” Tangmo said as he unconsciously glanced at Luo’er and sighed, “Sotis I wonder if we are too imrsed in our roles.
Luo’er hasn’t spoken to us properly in a long ti, even in private.
We still maintain a distance; is this really okay?”
“What do you an by that?” Cheng Ziang raised his eyebrows and asked.
“Acting is acting, life is life.
We shouldn’t turn our respect for Luo’er into alienating him.
He’s already frustrated that he can’t do anything; if we put him up high like this, he has to stoop down to talk to us, which is really unfair to him, at least that’s what I think,” Tangmo said dejectedly.
Tangmo’s words indeed reminded Cheng Ziang, and indeed as she said, they should not transform their respect for Luo’er into estrangent from him.
Luo’er’s esteed position in everyone’s hearts was largely due to his personal charisma.
As everyone distanced themselves, they gradually could no longer feel his charisma, and they began to feel increasingly unfamiliar with him.
What they needed was for Luo’er to command the battle from behind the scenes, not to idolize him and have him issue cold commands from a lonely place.
“Then let’s take a vote.
Everyone stretch out your hand, back of the hand facing up if you want to maintain the status quo, palm facing up if you want to change,” Cheng Ziang suggested after so thought.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Tangmo, Hu Daoke, and Baiyue extended their hands without hesitation to show their palms.
Cheng Ziang shook his head with a wry smile and then turned to look at Feng.
After hesitating for a mont, Feng also revealed her palm.
For her, Luo’er was not only a comrade but also a brother-like figure; thus, her respect for Luo’er was instinctive and didn’t need to be deliberately emphasized.
“Well, I’ll go with the majority,” Cheng Ziang shrugged and revealed his palm, “Starting now, we maintain the structure of the Advance Team in private, and only when outsiders are present will we need to maintain the status of the delegation, okay?”
“You should’ve just said that earlier,” Hu Daoke said, excitedly slapping his palm.
“Ow…” Cheng Ziang took a sharp intake of breath, withdrawing his hand while gritting his teeth, “Did I allow you to hit ?
You…
you’ve made my hand all red…”
“I slapped it, so what?” Hu Daoke had a fearless expression.
“You…” Cheng Ziang shook his hand in pain.
“Hey, hey, stop fighting, there’s a situation,” just as the two were about to quarrel, Fulajie’er appeared in their midst and spoke seriously.
“What’s the situation?” Cheng Ziang quickly turned to ask, setting aside the argunt with Hu Daoke.
“The n in black have retreated, and the Governnt office’s guard suffered heavy casualties,” Fulajie’er reported.
“They’ve retreated?” Cheng Ziang startled for a mont, attentively listening to the noises outside—the sounds had indeed beco much quieter.
“But there’s a group of people heading towards the Governnt office right now, I’m not clear if they are accomplices of the n in black or the team led by Xihe,” Fulajie’er continued her report.
“Luo’er, what should we do?” Cheng Ziang looked towards Luo’er and deliberately asked.
“Eh, oh, oh, adapt to the situation,” Luo’er was montarily unused to being called by na directly and it took him a while to nod in agreent.
“Understood, did you all hear that?
Adapt to the situation,” Cheng Ziang shrugged and picked up the mask on the table.
Soon, a hurried set of footsteps ca from outside.
Cheng Ziang and his companions exchanged glances and picked up their weapons.
“Are the saints from the West in this house?” After the commotion subsided, a man’s voice ca from outside.
Hearing the voice, Cheng Ziang pondered for a mont, gestured to his team, then let others stay inside while he and Feng stepped out of the house.
A group of warriors stood outside with swords at their waists and torches in their hands, filling the courtyard.
The leader, a burly man in his twenties with bulging temples, was obviously a trained martial artist.
He was currently bowing with fists clasped.
Seeing Cheng Ziang and Feng co out, his eyes lit up and he couldn’t contain his excitent as he asked, “May I know if you are the apostle under the saint’s command?”
“Who are you?” Cheng Ziang asked without showing any emotion.
“I am ordered by the manor lord of Luzun Hong to request the move of the saint to a safe place, as this place is not safe.
He hopes to move the saint to safety and has sent to provide escort,” the man spoke respectfully.
“You have orders from Luzun Hong?” Cheng Ziang questioned.
“Indeed.” The man nodded in response.
“But you haven’t made clear your na yet.” Cheng Ziang said cautiously.
“Oh, my na is Wuting Yuan, a disciple from a local noble family in Hua State.” The newcor replied respectfully.
“Wuting…
another family clan…” Cheng Ziang muttered to himself.
“What exactly happened here, why is it so chaotic?” Cheng Ziang looked around and asked with a slight frown.
“You must have had an unsettling ti recently, with so petty thieves covertly coveting what you have, I imagine you’ve suffered your fair share of losses.” Wuting Yuan said, lifting his gaze.
“How do you know we incurred losses?” Cheng Ziang was stunned for a mont, then quickly realized that he was talking about his own recent experiences.
“I may not be very capable, but I do know a thing or two about what has happened in Lingyun Governnt.” Wuting Yuan said proudly.
“Do you know who is behind this?” Cheng Ziang narrowed his eyes and asked.
“Of course.” Wuting Yuan replied without hesitation.
“Who is it?” Cheng Ziang raised his eyebrows and pressed on.
“Heterogeneous Hall!” Wuting Yuan revealed the na familiar to Cheng Ziang.
“You know about the Heterogeneous Hall?” Cheng Ziang asked eagerly.
“Please follow to a safe place.” Wuting Yuan intentionally avoided the question, took a deep breath, and changed the subject.
“What exactly does the Heterogeneous Hall do?” Cheng Ziang asked urgently.
“Manor Lord, this is not the place to talk.
Please allow the saint to move to a different location.” Wuting Yuan deliberately kept him in suspense.
“Please allow to report back first.” Cheng Ziang said with a sense of helplessness, pursing his lips and taking a deep breath.
“Would the Manor Lord please hurry.
We cannot guarantee to keep the situation stable, it is best to leave as soon as possible.” Wuting Yuan said, clasping his hands together.
Back inside the house, Cheng Ziang explained the situation outside in general terms.
The Advance Team was very cautious about the sudden appearance of Wuting Yuan and unsure of what to do, so all eyes naturally turned to Luo’er.
Luo’er was deep in thought, half-squinting his eyes, then at the end opened them and slowly said: “Whether it’s a trap or not, this is our best opportunity to get to know the Heterogeneous Hall.
I think we should follow them.”
“But if it is a trap, wouldn’t that be…” Hu Daoke said with worry.
Hearing his words, Cheng Ziang laughed and shook his head confidently, saying, “With two Demigods and a group of experts, are we still afraid of these plots and sches?”
“The more skilled you are, the more cautious you must be, do not be complacent.” Baiyue also expressed her concern.
“No matter what, it is good to be able to leave Lingyun Governnt.
We say we are guests here, but it always feels like we’re under house arrest, you know?
We still have a mission to complete, we can’t stay here forever.” Luo’er said.
“Alright, then it’s decided.
No matter if it’s a dragon’s den or a tiger’s cave ahead, we’ll make our way through.” Cheng Ziang nodded, then left the room with Feng pushing the door open.
“Manor Lord.” Seeing Cheng Ziang co out, Wuting Yuan greeted him excitedly.
“The saint has decided to move, please avoid any conflict of interest.” Cheng Ziang said matter-of-factly.
“Naturally.” Wuting Yuan nodded, and then waved his hand to order the warriors to leave the courtyard.
“Where exactly are you taking us?” Cheng Ziang inquired.
“Oh, to Rainbow Governnt.” Wuting Yuan answered.
“Rainbow Governnt?” Cheng Ziang repeated the na, feeling the person who nad it had a touch of romanticism.
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