"If he heads south to our Hengzhou Prefecture, find an opportunity to bury them all,"
"Fine,"
Quan Ziju immediately replied, "I will make arrangements now."
He briskly turned and left in a hurry.
Zhao Rong looked again at the recent intelligence, noticing that Hengzhou Prefecture was actually quite peaceful; although there were small roaming factions nearby, the battle at White Horse Manor had deterred many wretches.
The apparent chaos was merely a false signal conveyed by the Hengshan Sect to the Songshan.
In this regard, Quan Ziju performed extremely well.
After Mo Da had played the melody "Xiaoxiang Night Rain," he approached Zhao Rong, carrying a gust of mournful air.
"Master, when did you return to the sect?"
Zhao Rong smiled and greeted him.
"A day before you, in less than three months, we must set out for Songshan. Rong, do you have any plans?"
Worry flickered in Mo Da's eyes.
