Ning Que's footstep was very firm, but it was a shame that he did not get a chance to approach the national master. But he was not disappointed as trying was always just an attempt. He believed that he would find his way to encounter him in the laager and then killed him off.
The national master did not speak a word. The prayer beads between the thumb and the index finger started to rotate by itself gradually. The scent of the blood wafted through the atmosphere, and suddenly, the blood from the laager became extremely rich in the smell.
The scent of blood was originated from those deceased in this grassland, and those Tang troops that died without a burial place.
Ning Que lifted his head to look at him and sad, "You believe in Tengri, but you did such an evil thing. Don't you worry to be punished when we go to the divine kingdom.
The national master said, "Correct means correct, the tactic used isn't important."