Cheng Zongyang was stunned; he'd never expected to stumble upon the inside story of the refugee riot!
'So the refugee riot in the County Town was instigated by someone!'
'Two Martial Artists!'
In his mind, Cheng Zongyang immediately pictured the two Martial Artists who had asked for directions, the same ones who had stood on the main road, calmly watching the refugees storm the town walls.
'It has to be them!'
Cheng Zongyang felt more certain than ever that the County Town was a treacherous place. It had been the right decision to leave.
There was no need for Ma San to pledge his loyalty now. His memories contained not only his own experiences but also an ingrained, unwavering devotion and submission to Cheng Zongyang.
"Ma San, since you were once a farmer's son, you must know how to cultivate land, right?"
Ma San replied, "I do. Although I haven't farmed in a few years, I still know how."
