"But aren't these people the guards of Dajin?" Nan Feng whispered, "They wouldn't dare to poison and trap a general, would they?"
Brother Ye furrowed his brow tightly, "I always feel there is something eerie about this place, we must be cautious above all else."
"If it's that eerie, then we should just keep traveling and not stay here any longer," Nan Feng suggested.
However, Brother Ye looked at Nan Feng with concern, "The sky is about to darken now, traveling is just as dangerous, and if we've truly been targeted, then it makes no difference whether we leave now or not."
So Nan Feng just listened to him.
Before long, someone came in to bring food, still that same Guard, exceedingly respectful: "General Nangong, the accommodations here are simple, and there are no special delicacies to offer. Stir-fried autumn-cured bacon is all we have, may the two of you make do with it?"
