As soon as these words were spoken, the governor's brow furrowed sharply like a carved blade.
"What do you mean by that?"
This battle has already determined the victory, and if the Hall Master could be slain, it would be a complete triumph, heralding true peace for Lingzhou.
But Zhao Wuhuan's phrase "leave it to those in need" was full of intriguing implications.
Zhao Wuhuan gently brushed his sleeve, his voice as cold as a chilly pond: "The matter of the Yang Elixir is far more complicated than you and I had anticipated, the power struggles within the Xunyang Prefecture are not as simple as you might imagine."
The governor's eyebrows furrowed even deeper: "Explain it clearly."
"You..." Zhao Wuhuan shook his head with a bitter smile: "You're just so straightforward, no wonder the teacher isn't fond of you."
"Leave the Hall Master for Qin An to pursue."
No sooner had he spoken than a crystalline thread appeared out of thin air, flicked by his fingertip.
