Xinmeng Town, Town General's Mansion.
Song Judao felt restless, listening to the huge sound that had quieted down outside.
As a Blood Body Powerhouse, the potent Blood Essence Power coursing through him would sometimes spontaneously present inexplicable premonitions.
It was a keen warning brought about by the subconscious mind of his body, and at this moment, this warning had emerged once again.
'There can't possibly be a problem. As long as I don't show any flaws, I will still be the Town General, a formal official and military officer of Shaoyin Country. No one would take the risk of offending the Shaoyin imperial court to target me without reason.'
He contemplated the possible outcomes that might occur outside. If Dong Fangling and his people won, he naturally wouldn't have any problems.
If the other mysterious group won, his... fate would depend on the decisions of the others, on which camp they belonged to.
