Why do I have so many masters?

"I didn't expect you'd actually do such a thing."

Wang Anfeng said, "We're friends, aren't we?"

Lv Guanhong paused for a moment, looking at the Great Qin man ahead as if it was only natural, suddenly feeling a sourness in his nose—a senior brother whom he had known for sixty years intended to take his life, while this 'stranger' whom he initially used and was supposed to die alongside him, truly seemed both ridiculous and lamentable.

The old man turned his head, pretending to hide his emotions, and laughed heartily:

"Who knew you'd get so sentimental!"

"But since you've said it, then we are indeed friends... I never thought, at my age when I'm about to be buried, I'd make a young madman like you my friend."

"So it seems I'll be killed by you sooner or later!"

He was a cautious person, one who valued his life.

Yet when talking about the avoided topic of death at this moment, there was a fierce flame burning in his chest, as if drinking strong liquor all day, with a heroic surge, he felt not a trace of fear, rather a slight drunkenness.

Wang Anfeng laughed and then emphasized:

"You won't die."

Lv Guanhong was about to argue, as King Balman's army could appear here at any moment; with the bloodstains on them, they only had a few days left to live.

Their mounts came alongside them, and suddenly Wang Anfeng's right hand lifted, hitting several acupoints on the old man's body. Lv Guanhong was caught off guard, directly immobilized.

The old man was stunned, asking:

"What are you doing?! Feng Wu?"

Lv Guanhong saw Feng Wu as a ruthless and unfeeling figure who only cared about consultation fees. But now, he saw the latter smiling slightly and said:

"I mentioned before, the Jianghu of Parthia is like a stagnant pool."

"But after seeing you, I feel that within this stagnant Jianghu, there are parts worth loving and saving."

The gentle tone made Lv Guanhong's heart suddenly ache hard, feeling anxious for some reason, remembering what the young man had just said.

He said, you won't die.

Wang Anfeng smiled slightly, his expression calm.

The scarlet thin horse stood quietly next to him, the old man was placed on the wide back of a fierce tiger. At this point, he was still struggling, asking:

"What are you doing?!"

Wang Anfeng mounted the horse, quietly saying a sentence, and the red horse under him neighed loudly like a fire blaze, rushing into the distance, the old man struggled, the fierce tiger roared, carrying him away from here.

Lv Guanhong was already in a state of exhaustion and injury, after the emotional turmoil, he fainted without knowing how much time had passed, slowly awakening, the first thing he saw was the distant and quiet winter sky.

In his confusion, a head poked out beside him, a young man with a peculiar expression said, "I didn't expect you'd really manage to break through such a formation, remarkable, truly remarkable."

"But why didn't that guy come with you?"

"Did he run away alone?"

Lv Guanhong's thoughts returned rapidly, his expression changed drastically, he struggled suddenly and pushed away the young man before him, no one expected that he could still explode with such strength at this moment, causing Aton to stumble backward, falling to the ground.

A little annoyed, Aton cursed twice, seeing the old man rush out, jump onto the fierce tiger, urgently urging, the fierce tiger roared, unwilling as it may be, would not defy the master's will, leaping to rush off to one side.

Aton climbed up, dusted off his clothes, cursing:

"What's with this old man!"

"Just now, if it weren't for that big cat chasing after us, how could we stop at this moment to take care of waking him up? Yet he repays kindness with enmity..."

"Aton!"

Xu Chuanjun shouted, glancing towards the direction the old man left, eyebrows tightly furrowed, suddenly said: "Let's follow and see."

The young man was stunned, saying:

"Why?"

"Sir, do you know what he's going to do?"

Xu Chuanjun took a deep breath, recalling the 'alternative solution' mentioned by the man from the Central Plains before he left, feeling a ripple of excitement in his heart, said:

"I don't know, but maybe, possibly, I have some guesses."

"If it's true, if... let's follow!"

..........

King Balman deployed over fifty thousand troops, of which more than eight thousand were elite warriors. Jin Yuansi walked amidst the temporary encampment, feeling an unending tremor in his heart at such a grand military force.

Could there be anything stronger than this?

No, there was none! As a regional lord, commanding mighty soldiers, in a fit of anger, he could shake the world, leaving millions dead, rivers of blood flowing; with one call, heroes and masters from any major sect in the Jianghu would flock to serve under his banner.

He had already seen the heroes he once only saw in stories.

Swordsmen who give their word to a lord, rushing a thousand miles, fighting several battles a day, warriors unafraid of danger with courage beyond ordinary; now all these brave people gathered under the king's banner.

All sects across the land had sent their skilled members to assist, and for a young man like him who was brought out by his mentor to see the world, this was an event dreamt of in the Jianghu.

If not for the fear of being reprimanded, he would have long since rushed forward uncontrollably. Even just talking with those heroes would be great.