Chapter 862: Chapter 515: Daoist Priest, Time to Take You Killing (6k)
As the last words were uttered, the branch in his hand suddenly pointed to a certain location on the map. Zhao Douan wore a forlorn expression and gave a self-deprecating smile: "What is called coincidence? My coming this time is simply destined by heaven."
Mo Chou stared blankly at the map, the marked location was unexpectedly—
Taicang Silver Mine!
Zhao Douan stood up tall and said loudly, "Extinguish the fire and break camp, abandon the carriages and baggage, everyone mount your horses. Once the light cavalry arrives, follow me, the governor, to march against the enemy!"
The tributor’s spirits were lifted, their eyes shining brightly, and they responded in unison.
They hadn’t fought once along the journey, and it was suffocating them.
Zhao Douan turned his head back, glanced at Mo Chou, and as if remembering something, added, "Leave two people to protect Mo Zhaorong and the Heavenly Master Mansion’s priest, and the injured Shadow Guard. Then join the main forces."
Mo Chou opened his mouth, wanting to say he could stay, but suddenly Zhao Douan’s voice came to his ear: "You stay, keep an eye on that Bai Sun, the tributors have ample martial power but lack in wit, I don’t feel assured with them keeping watch on me."
He had used the "Secret Transmission" technique, which he mastered after reaching the Martial Artist’s Worldly Realm.
Mo Chou was stunned, instinctively wanting to look at the Shadow Guard named Bai Sun, but restrained himself, his eyes wide open as if to say: You suspect her?
Zhao Douan smiled, his gaze slightly cold: "Not certain, just suspicious, it’s always good to be cautious."
In the Shadow Guard roster, there indeed existed someone known as "Bai Sun," whose appearance, age, and location matched the information from the capital.
But Zhao Douan couldn’t forget the agility and calmness this person displayed when facing the arrow he shot upon their appearance.
That was not a quality ordinary "Silver Shadow Guards" could possess.
"Do you really think my archery is so ridiculously good? Learn something, the deception on the battlefield is no less than that within the temple."
Zhao Douan mounted his horse, whipped it towards Taicang Silver Mine.
Behind him, a retinue of followers shadowed his every move—the pale silhouette from the second carriage also swiftly drifted out, following along.
Mo Chou stared blankly at the man’s back as he rode off to fight, momentarily dazed.
Inside the carriage, Nie Yurong, with a high nose bridge and her face smeared with seven or eight streaks of black and grey, lifted the curtain with her hand, looking at the departing figure with an unsightly expression, her gaze icy cold.
At this moment, she had undergone a disguise, changing her appearance to that of "Bai Sun," and, combining it with a special secret technique, she had perfectly stolen the identity of this Shadow Guard by obtaining intelligence from Bai Sun’s Divine Soul.
——A few days ago, the Embroidered Robe Envoy had captured that Shadow Guard, who was the Silver Bai Sun.
"May I ask, young lady, where has Mr. Zhao gone? Has he joined the main forces?"
Nie Yurong feigned weakness and worry, struggling to walk down from the carriage, her gaze sweeping over the remaining two tributors in the camp, the faint voices emerging from the second carriage, and finally landing on the androgynously dressed Mo Chou.
Mo Chou looked at her as usual and suddenly smiled: "You don’t recognize me?"
Nie Yurong put on a bewildered look: "May I ask who you are, young lady?"
Local Silver Shadow Guards weren’t authorized to meet Mo Zhaorong.
Mo Chou smiled, without explaining further, and said blandly, "The wind is chilly outside, you are injured, better not move around."
In the distance.
Zhao Douan was on his horse, looking strangely at Yu Xiu, who was also riding a horse alongside: "Why are you, the priest, following along?"
Yu Xiu remained indifferent: "Does the governor not wish for this humble priest to accompany?"
Zhao Douan burst into hearty laughter, full of boldness: "I would want nothing more. Today, I shall take the Daoist Master to kill."