"Sir, it seems to be the handiwork of this Junior Guardian Zhao. What exactly has he come here for?"
Luan Cheng stopped in his tracks, glanced at the black-charcoal-armed guard with double swords, sat down heavily, and sighed:
"He's here for the rebels. The bandit chief Zhuang Xiaocheng might be in the territory of Feng City."
Zhang Jian was shocked: "Such a thing... What about us earlier..."
Luan Cheng, with the look of a middle-aged scholar, shook his head bitterly:
"I'm afraid our prefecture has been used by the rebels, becoming a pawn pointing toward Junior Guardian Zhao. Alas, it no longer matters; the key is, Junior Guardian Zhao now commands the army to enter the city, which might spell trouble."
Zhang Jian was puzzled: "Why?"
Luan Cheng replied sternly:
