On the wall, many familiar faces.
Wang Mian, tattered and battered, felt a strange exhilaration after the fierce battle,
"Senior Brother, did Uncle Yu bring you here?"
Hou Niao waved his hand nonchalantly, "Yeah, an old acquaintance. He said he wanted to invite me for a meal, but who's got time for that? Checking on the brothers is more important."
Xiang Zhiwen glared at this braggart, knowing Uncle Yu never invited anyone to dine, regardless of their relationship.
"Junior Brother Hou, how is the situation at West Mang Mountain? Were there any losses?"
Hou Niao's expression darkened, "Seven gone, including Senior Brothers Jing Shan and Cheng He."
Xiang Zhiwen was startled. The losses at their fortress here were limited, no deaths, and the few injuries were manageable. But he hadn't expected West Mang Mountain to have suffered so much more...
