Li Jitang pondered for a moment, still feeling it necessary to contact his elder brother to give Chen Yang a heads-up, just to be safe.
After all, whether it's Qin Lie or the man on the towering horse who calls himself Chen, they're probably still riding on the coattails of Chen Yang's reputation.
This former War God of the State should not be underestimated.
If such a small matter puts them on a completely opposing path with Chen Yang, the disadvantages clearly outweigh the benefits.
"Father, you've held a high position for a long time, and you're an elder of your era. Although Chen Yang indeed has impressive achievements, why should you fear him?"
Suddenly, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the main road, growing closer and closer. It was a team of several hundred men dressed in martial attire, led by a young man around thirty years old.
He was stout, dressed in martial attire.
