Three people had fallen into a standoff.
As Hou Niao and Xiang Zhiwen stood there, staring each other down with big eyes and small, lacking the grandeur typical of the senior, and without the discipline characteristic of the junior, Dou Gong felt he needed to say something.
"Hmm, Junior Brother Hou's words do have some merit, but Brother Xiang also has his reasons. In my view, it is indeed inappropriate for Brother Xiang to waste time on the Yinling tombs, as the entire Yinling needs your control. You cannot focus too intensely on one aspect; this is the principle.
So, the only problem is who should investigate the reality of the Yinling tombs? Is it me or Junior Brother Hou? Or should we both stay behind?"
Xiang Zhiwen shook his head. Defection among his subordinates was normal among these patrol groups. Although officially there were ranks, in reality, everyone was more like brothers, focusing on the case and not the person, which was the guarantee of their combat strength.
