Nine days later, at noon, Changsha Prefecture.
Ningxiang.
The mountain wind howled, the pine forest creaked, and the sound of trotting horse hooves was heard. Over fifty riders, emanating an aura of solemnity, emerged from a pine forest and descended along the official Meishan road, approaching the Wei River.
This was a tributary of the Xiang River,
Looking around, the Jingchu flavor was present everywhere.
However, the two leaders did not seem to be in good spirits.
On the left, a man in his forties, wearing a yellow robe and extraordinarily thin, with two mustache whiskers above his upper lip, was none other than the Great Songyang Hand Fei Bin from the Songshan Sect.
On the right, a short, stout man, around fifty years old, with particularly fat and thick palms, was the Great Yin Yang Hand Le Hou.
Upon closer examination, fresh blood stains could be seen on the broadswords behind both men.
