Wuming's words held an underlying message, and not only Han Wangfu, even Zhang Tai picked up on it.
After pondering for a moment, Han Wangfu said with a chuckle, "Wuming, it seems your journey has been quite fruitful."
Suddenly recollecting the noise he had heard earlier, Zhang Tai, after seeking Han Wangfu's approval, rushed back to the courtyard. Though nothing was amiss in the backyard, Zhang Tai was still uneasy and decided to check the front yard.
"Lord Tai..."
Unexpectedly, at that moment, someone lay on the ground not far from him.
Zhang Tai approached in a few strides, recognized the man's face, and realized it was a member of the Iron Armored Army.
The man had been shot at least three times; his body was drenched in blood, the sight too ghastly to bear, barely clinging to life.
"What on earth happened?" Zhang Tai urgently asked.
