"What do you intend on doing?"

Amurong poured himself a glass of red wine. "What do you think the sura would do when they learned about the situation within Renhuang?"

Even Amurong's ally frowned upon hearing his words. Was his grudge toward Zhang Lie so intense that he would even work in cahoots with the sura to get rid of him?

Gaoyuan was enjoying his feast.

In Gaoyuan's military camp, within a gigantic golden tent at the very center, the ground was covered by a plush red carpet, and corpses were strewn by its four corners. Their testicles had been removed from their groin; their heads were facing the ceiling, and fresh flowers stuffed into their mouths.

A curious scent of flowery fragrance...