Two blood-red lanterns suddenly lit up on the cliff, and they looked over coldly.
Cao Qingyang immediately knew that it was the Quan Rong guards of the ancestor asking him to leave and not disturb him.
He bowed helplessly and returned the way he came.
..........
In a small city at the border of the Jiang Prefecture.
Miao Youfang bit on a stick of candied gourd and said, "
I found that there are fewer refugees at the border than in other places.
Li lingsu also bit on her candied Haws and said, "
"This is because this place is close to the Jian province. All the refugees have fled to the Jian province."
"Is the Jian province very rich?" Miao Youfang asked, his face full of doubt.
"A place with good weather will naturally be rich. The Jian province has martial Union, who is known as the true master of the Jian province. Even the three divisions of the Jian province have to be wary of him."
