If someone were to say they wanted to wipe out these mountain bandits,
Prince Jin, Yan Ze, would have every reason to object.
After all, this was his own territory. The matter of suppressing the bandits should naturally be decided by him, the Prince Jin. Later, he could simply send the others away and do some perfunctory work himself.
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away; who would know whether he truly put down the bandits or not?
Seeing Prince Jin Yan Ze so confident, Daoist Mu Cang, though feeling uneasy, said nothing to dampen his spirits.
Yet one thing was indeed true.
Prince Jin City was truly a world away from the Imperial City—a place where the sky felt higher and the emperor felt farther.
There were indeed Grandmasters in the Imperial City, but they hardly believed those figures would travel thousands of miles to come here. And if only Grandmasters were sent, they had the means to deal with them.
