"Your Highness, if I don't step forward and join the battle, then the spreading rift between everyone will reduce us to nothing more than lamb to the slaughter," Mr. Zeng said in a quiet voice. "Only if I step forward is it possible that Hu Han and Xu Mao will work together with me to attack and kill that young man. Of course, the prerequisite is that I'm not defeated in a single exchange."0

There was a forced smile on Han Jingxin's face as he replied, "You jest, Mr. Zeng."0

Xu Mao retreated and rejoined the other cavalrymen, with his expression furious as he jumped onto another warhorse.0

Hu Han also wanted to retreat, but the young man immediately turned around to look at him just as he began to move.0

It appeared as if Hu Han had genuinely lost his courage, huffing as he stopped and stood still.0

However, Chen Ping'an felt that neither Hu Han nor Xu Mao were as simple as they appeared.0

It was simply due to the complexity and fine balance of the current situation that they were holding back and unwilling to fight with their lives on the line.0

By the looks of it, there was an interesting dynamic between the subordinates and soldiers of Han Jingxin. Their morale was worth ruminating over.0

Mr. Zeng, a swordsman who had seldom ever drawn his sword, slowly advanced on his horse.0

There were thirty or so paces between him and Chen Ping'an.0

Still standing on Xu Mao's horse, Chen Ping'an asked, "You're not a sword cultivator but a sword expert instead?"0

Mr. Zeng shook his head and replied, "I'm nowhere near deserving of such a title, especially not from you. My surname is Zeng, and I'm simply someone who wanders around the cultivation world. I go wherever I can make a living and find food."0

He then smiled and added, "I might...0