Marquess Ning took a deep breath.
He had witnessed their abilities with his own eyes. It was impossible to follow them.
"Left through the north gate?"
What places could they head north to? Mo City? Or perhaps they wanted to venture even farther into the remote desert?
"Where's Zhan Beiye? Is there any movement?" He raised his hand and pinched his nose bridge.
"Zhan Beiye is still in the City Lord Residence. He seems to be making arrangements for the city's fortifications," the subordinate replied.
"Hmph!" Marquess Ning snorted.
Zhan Beiye seemed determined to rule the 20 cities as his own.
However, Marquess Ning could not do anything to this young man. After all, he had many troops supporting him. If he did anything to him, those troops would definitely cause chaos.
"My Lord, those two have already left. Do you still want to go to the City Lord Residence?" the subordinate looked up at his master and asked.
