Ye Chen glanced around, the forest here was not as gloomy as the one they'd left behind.
It was already noon, quite unwittingly.
Ye Chen called out: "Alright, let's rest here."
He had only slept for four hours this morning, and his head was aching badly, like it was splitting from a hangover.
At this moment, Can Mo and the others were setting up traps.
Like him, these people needed rest too.
Ye Chen mumbled to himself: "I should have known better than to accept their surrender. It would have been better if I had just knocked them out as if I heard nothing. Why did we bring this trouble to ourselves? I thought capturing Yang Jing would give us an advantage over Jiang Zhuge, but I never thought that damn Yang Jing would resort to this."
Ling'er heard him and gave a cold chuckle from beside a tree.
"We've been completely fooled," Ye Chen continued, "I believe Yang Jing had calculated everything, he knew someone would try to rescue him, so he acted accordingly."
