Seeing Shao Yang like this, Long San's eyes brimmed with astonishment.
He had already met Shao Yang the previous night, so he was well aware of Shao Yang's identity.
The assassin ranked third on the national list bowing and scraping before Yang Xiao made him marvel at the situation.
After all, facing Shao Yang, even he would feel tremendous pressure.
Yang Xiao truly lived up to his name as his lord; it seemed his understanding of Yang Xiao had been somewhat one-sided before. Yang Xiao must be far more formidable than he had realized.
As a result, his desire to follow Yang Xiao and mix it up with him grew even stronger.
As a smart man, he clearly understood what he should and should not do.
Only by holding on to someone with strong enough support could he grow faster and go further.
Yang Xiao was obviously that strong support—who else should he align himself with if not Yang Xiao?
It wouldn't be a wise choice to forsake the nearer for the farther.
