Cao Mengda rose to his feet, looked at his subordinate generals, and said with domineering flair, "I will take on both of them by myself! Not only will I win, but I'll win with style. I have confidence—do you?"
Cao Mengda was a general by birth; all the officers under his command were also veterans of many battles. Hearing such bold words from Cao Mengda, their blood surged with fervor, difficult to quell.
"We do!"
"We do!"
"We do!"
...
As three factions clashed, Jiangnan truly burned in chaos like a raging fire.
Yet Qin Yuesheng, settled in Yangzhou Prefecture, remained untouched by the turmoil.
Everywhere in Jiangnan could be thrown into chaos—everywhere except Yangzhou Prefecture. This was Liu Xian's stronghold; unless Cao Mengda's forces came knocking or laid siege to the city, there was nothing to fear.
Over in Cyan Yang City, with West Qi Mountain Temple and the Sanhuang force sent by Qin Yuesheng guarding it, there was nothing to worry about either.
