The two of them kept strolling and unknowingly reached the peak of the mountain. The wind was strong up here, and Chen Tianlong felt the caress of the night breeze on him. Suddenly, something came to his mind. "Southwest Wind?"
"Chen Tianlong, what's wrong? What Southwest Wind?"
Mengting asked curiously as well.
"Nothing, I just remembered something. I heard before that Kuang Chenggong is bringing fifty thousand troops to encircle and wipe us out. Why is he in such a hurry to choose this particular time? There can only be one explanation: this timing is advantageous to him.
So what exactly is to his advantage?
From my observation these past few days, it's been almost all Southwest Wind. If he were to use fire attacks, it wouldn't have much effect on the Assassin Group. The Assassin Group stands three hundred meters high; the flames simply can't reach." Chen Tianlong said.
