"Uncle Rong, who is this?" Peng Xia asked cautiously.
Although Yang Yinhou and Ouyang Murong had long since returned to the mainland, no longer developing their interests here, their influence still lingered, particularly that of Yang Yinhou—a legendary figure of bygone eras in the minds of the old warlords of the Myanmar jungles.
This land still harbored many of his loyal supporters, some of whom were warlord leaders on par with her father's power.
It could be said that if it weren't for his desire to return to his roots, if it weren't for his fatigue with the endless scheming and warfare of the jungle, as well as the filthy dealings he had to partake in despite knowing better, then others, including her father and some other warlord leaders, wouldn't have their turn to reign supreme over this land.
