There was also the Southern Central inspector about a hundred miles away who must have already prepared a large barrel of black mud ready to pour on Fu Zhi Cheng. Had Gu Yun already come in contact with him?

Which side was Gu Yun standing on?

Fu Zhi Cheng's eyelids suddenly twitched. He used to belong to the Old Marquis’ faction, but he had never had any association with Gu Yun. Even so, he knew that Gu Yun had always despised his criminal ways.

With this visit from Gu Yun, Fu Zhi Cheng felt immensely uncertain.

"Prepare the horse," Fu Zhi Cheng said abruptly. "Three factions Shan Hu, Bai Lang, and Ling Hu come with me to meet the Marquis of Order and the envoy. Lin Bao stay on standby, use smoke as a signal and be prepared to act at any moment.”

The scouts looked at Fu Zhi Cheng with trepidation. General Fu mobilized nearly half of the troops stationed in the Southern Army. Was he going to ‘meet with the Marquis’ or going to ‘annihilate the Marquis’?

Fu Zhi Cheng took his long spear off the wall and angrily shouted: "What are you still standing there for!"

Following right after the forces of the inspector, the Southern Frontier Garrison also moved nearly half of its troops on the path of no return to Xing Zi Lin.

Deep into the night, on the official road of the Southern Frontier, various groups of large and small caravans began to set up their temporary camps on the roadside. The merchants who wandered through the south and the north of the country were used to sleeping under the sky, they left only the night watchmen and a few torches, then gradually fell asleep.

Late at night, there were cries of cuckoos in the forest.

The watchman and a group of ‘merchants’ who just pretended to fall asleep all stood up. They did not say a word; even when passing by each other, they only used eye contact to communicate, silently walking behind the accompanying van.

In the cart, there was a mezzanine. After clearing out all the goods on top, cold armors below were revealed, not the slightest glint of reflection.

The groups of nightwalkers equipped the steel armor with lightning speed: there were Eagles, Armors, and some Light Cavalry suits.

They turned around and blended into the night in all directions. The mountains were disturbed for a moment, the sleeping birds were scared awake, but in an instant, everything was once again quiet as if nothing had happened.

Only the shining torches of the merchants were scattered in the mountains, twisting and turning with the land, resembling scattered gold.

This night, different complex forces of all walks of life all harboring their own personal motives were heading in the direction of Xing Zi Lin.