"But the problem is, where do we find enemies now?"
Du Chengfeng started scratching his head again. The bandits in the nearby mountains had almost all been taken care of by him, and new ones had yet to appear. It was really hard to say who to target next.
Moreover, if we're talking about the prairie bandits...
"Why are you all looking at me?"
Seeing everyone's gaze subconsciously shift towards him, Zhierhuo, who had long since surrendered and no longer wore armor, suddenly became anxious.
"I've surrendered for so long, can I still be considered an enemy? That makes no sense, it really makes no sense."
"No, actually we don't need an enemy."
Saying this, the two gatekeepers gestured with their hands and then cautiously pulled out a small pouch.
"We can use this."
"This is..."
Looking at the faintly visible powder in the pouch, Du Chengfeng was taken aback.
He felt a strange familiarity with the powder.
"This is Master Ruan's ashes."
