Switch the prince with a puma, replace the plums with a peach.
Clearly, Gong Zheng intended to confuse the Mi Clan elder by changing clothes and armor. If the situation was really that dire, perhaps such strategy might have worked. However, the current situation was far from being that drastic.
"Put on the armor and flee to the central peak," Tang Luo sneered at the two. "In no more than fifteen minutes, the martial ancestor of the Tang Clan will arrive. At that moment, Mi Yang, not me, will be the one fleeing. The two of you staying here serves no other purpose other than to annoy me. Get lost now!"
Given his arrogance, of course, he would never admit how moved he was by their loyalty. But as someone who was never good at expressing his emotions, he could only resort to sarcasm to convey his appreciation. Despite that, his tone was rather warm.
