Three days later.
Outside Huanwen County, a large group of troops assembled.
Three carriages, along with hundreds of escorting soldiers, formed a grand procession.
"Halt! What are you doing?"
"We are subordinates of Mr. Chen."
"I know, so why are you following us?"
"Can we go together?"
"No."
At the city gate.
Hundreds of soldiers looked at the caravan, unsure of what to do.
For Zhao Kang, Wang Li, Zhu Tong, and others, after numerous bloody battles, they had already regarded Chen Sansi as their mainstay. If truly left behind, they would probably not even know what to do each day.
Li Qianzong, the one in charge of the escort, refused without hesitation: "No means no."
"Qianzong, can't you make an exception?"
