At the same time, the news finally reached the Central Army Tent at the rear.
"What, monks?"
Upon hearing the battle report from the front, Xiao Yuansui's already grave expression instantly darkened—monks, monks again!
Others might not understand, but Hua Ziyang, who was by Xiao Yuansui's side that night, knew very well. They had already driven Yu Wenye to the Yellow River. That night, it may not have been the most dangerous and life-threatening event in Yu Wenye's life, but it was their most promising opportunity to kill him.
Yet due to the appearance of that group of monks, the effort was thwarted.
Moreover...
Hua Ziyang glanced at Xiao Yuansui's eyes, as dark as if devoid of any light, making those originally bright and shining eyes seem somewhat unfamiliar—was it his illusion? It seemed like ever since that night when Shantong'er rescued Yu Wenye with the monks, Xiao Yuansui had changed. He became doubtful, perplexed, and lost confidence in his decisions.
