A sudden night rain seemed to have plunged Qifeng Mountain into an early winter. It was cold enough to see your breath.
The mountain road was treacherous, impassable for horses, so Yuwen Shuo sat in a mountain sedan carried by four constables, his eyes half-closed as if he hadn't quite woken up yet.
In the end, he had personally come to the Qifeng Mountain hunt.
After all, just yesterday, Zou Feng had given him a reason he couldn't refuse.
Not far ahead of Yuwen Shuo, a contingent of over a hundred people was marching grandly into the depths of Qifeng Mountain.
The total number of this Rebel Army, under Zou Feng's careful arrangement, had been finalized at 503.
Since this was just a hunt, there was no need for all 500-plus members to enter and waste supplies. A hundred or so elites were more than enough.
Of course, these 500-plus members of the Rebel Army did not represent the total numbers of the major gangs combined with the disciples of the Heart Meeting Martial Arts Hall.
