After a while, Lin Yi, Ling Hanxue, and the other two archers returned to the valley. Lin Yi got on his Black Spirit Ferghana horse and cupped his hands at the people who had already assembled.
"Everyone has worked hard! Everyone did well today! As long as we continue to maintain this, this young lord believes that no one can be our match!"
Lin Yi loudly praised everyone's performance. This was the battle to establish his authority. After this battle, whether these people were sincere or not, they would subconsciously follow his orders.
"Young master Sima is mighty!"
When someone started shouting, everyone immediately followed suit. Although there were only ten to twenty people, it was still a bit more majestic!
"Brother Sima, there were a total of thirty to forty people who ambushed us this time. It should be a joint battle between four teams. After this battle, we might not have many opponents!"
