In the midst of battle, Lan Shou looked around with a dumbfounded expression and bellowed, "Fan Zhong, I your mom..."
Pfft...
Suddenly, Lan Shou's shoulder was impaled by a long spear, hoisting him high off the ground.
"Who are you? Why would Fan Zhong toss you over here, answer me."
Lifting his head, Lan Shou found himself face to face with Sikong Jing, the one Fan Zhong had mentioned.
"Sikong Jing, I am the chief Steward of the Lord of Yunzhou's household. Release me if you know what's good for you."
Lan Shou's shoulder throbbed with pain as he issued his threat to Sikong Jing.
He was accustomed to acting as a domineering lackey for the Lord of Yunzhou. In his eyes, Sikong Jing was nothing more than a little Jianghu figure with some talent in leading troops, who hailed from Yunye City.
Even if Sikong Jing had defected to Xia Country, revealing his own identity would strike fear into him.
After all, how strong could the resolve of a minor character be?
