From all directions, the sound of rushing battle horses rolled in and out like muffled thunder.
Despite Feng Yin always feeling like an outsider, he found himself getting heated up too, being in such an environment.
As he was about to muse over this, he saw Wu Tiejun's lips twitched slightly before leaning in to whisper something to He Bibiqu. "He Lao, that little third son of the Ma Family got his name changed recently by the old fellow. His original name was... Ma Shangfeng."
Feng Yin:"..."
Even He Bibiqu's beard twitched for a bit before he responded in a low voice.
"Ma Shangfeng... that really is... his dad is really fucking ingenious!"
Soon after, both He Bibiqu and Wu Tiejun excused themselves and left.
The sea of people dressed in blue grew, reaching the sky. What was once 30 people led by Wu Tiejun, had become over 200.
Looking up, it was as if a cyan cloud was fluttering up into the sky, whistling away.
The operation had officially begun!
