"Hm?" He Zichong said with a somewhat surprised tone, "Those bastards are not here yet?"
A trace of weird smile hung on Qin Wushuang’s face. Of course, it was not because they were not here. Instead, they were hiding themselves among the corners and formed a circle.
He threw a glance to Tong Yan. Immediately, he understood tacitly: "He, you must be careful. Those bastards from the Great Wu loved to hide the head and show the tail. You think they were not here, perhaps they were here a long time ago. Now, they are hiding to be an ostrich in the corners."
Inwardly, Qin Wushuang praised him highly and though that indeed, this Tong Yan was smart. It would be strange if those martial arts students from the Great Wu would tolerate from these accusing.
Indeed, after a few strange calling, a group of martial arts students scrambled out from the deep parts of the grasslands. They circled around Qin Wushuang and his people.
