Zheng stepped up to us, the dead leaves crunching under his feet as he came in between Pan Lang and I.
"Good brother," Zheng said coolly. "You must be the great Emperor of Yin Shang."
I could feel the tension in the air. The Generals were all behind me, my back facing them.
"Warrior Qing, let me help you with your satchel," Yi Liang came over, acting nonchalant to the two Emperors regarding each other.
Yi Fu stayed by the gates, wringing his hands.
With Yi Liang in the way, Emperor Lang cleared his throat and stepped away from my steed. Though, I could feel the amusement exuding from him.
Yi Liang made a show of helping me with my satchel, as though it was horribly heavy. In truth, there were only two sets of clothes and another small knife in it.
Thankful for his quick-thinking, I slid off the horse.
"Warrior Qing greets Emperor Lang," I said gruffly, bowing the way Jin Tang men did.
Yi Liang and Nian Qu, who had come up beside me after getting off her steed, did the same.
