One carriage after another departed from the Lu Mansion, heading east.
People who used to be close were now nowhere to be seen.
Leaving Black Mountain Prefecture meant leaving the local center of power— to many, everyone from Lu Mansion had lost their value.
"You two really aren't leaving with us?"
Lu Chang'sheng looked at the two men before him.
Wang Heihou and Niu Dazhuang.
After all these years, both had reached middle age, appearing much more composed.
"No. This time, I want to fight for it!" Wang Heihou said earnestly.
"Just like when you led us into the fray back then."
The four of them suddenly remembered those old days, their eyes growing gentler.
"You might die," Lu Chang'sheng said.
Anything could happen on the battlefield. Even Martial Artists like Wang Heihou and Niu Dazhuang, with their Pile Skill at Great Success, or even Hong Yuan himself, couldn't guarantee returning unharmed.
