The two factions were evenly matched in strength, and managed to stop Jin Ziyuan's people in their tracks.
Jin Ziyuan's complexion became somewhat unsightly as his eyes deepened further.
The person behind him whispered to him, "Young Prince, something doesn't seem right. They… seem to have been prepared."
"You Jiang, who has let the information slip?" Jin Ziyuan turned his head.
"Apart from our own people, it could only have been Jin Zijin that night."
"Jin Zijin?" Jin Ziyuan's expression suddenly darkened as he snorted coldly, "He refuses to join us in our revenge, but does he also want to be Jin Moning's dog?"
You Jiang's face was solemn as he said, "What do we do now? The Imperial Army will be here soon from within the city."
Jin Ziyuan coldly smiled and said, "The effect is almost enough; withdraw!"
At his command, the men dressed in black retreated as swiftly as the tide, coming fast and leaving just as quickly, soon vanishing without a trace.
