"Yuan Yunzhong!" Old Zhao stared at Yuan Yunzhong's eyes, which were bloodshot.
"It seems you recognize me." Yuan Yunzhong said slowly as he drew his bowstring again.
"Go!" Old Zhao shouted to his nephew, but a few moments later, fell from the sky again like a bird with broken wings.
Yuan Yunzhong handed his bow to a guard standing by and said coldly, "Make sure you find out, where are all the others?"
He had always had a good memory.
This Old Zhao must be the steward of the Zhao Family Village that he and Song Jiyun stumbled upon when they were lost.
The Zhao family village had no shortage of people.
Old Zhao was involved in rebellion and treason, surely those he kept close were his confidants.
When Lord Bai and Lord Xiang learned that Yuan Yunzhong had personally captured the rebel leader, they were so surprised that they gasped.
"Has anything been found out through examination?" Lord Xiang asked the colonel who brought the news.
