บท 11: 011 My Mistress is Rich

A gust of mountain wind hesitated before letting out a cold chuckle, "So you want me to serve as your cattle and horse, huh? Fine, just don't try to separate the brothers under my command. If you agree to those conditions, then my life is yours."

"Deal."

Zheng Renjie agreed without hesitation, his eyes untouched by the woman's beauty from beginning to end as if it was all but a passing cloud.

The mountain wind immediately got down on one knee and said gruffly, "From now on, whatever you command, Gu Yang will cross a sea of flames if necessary."

Zheng Renjie gave a satisfied smile and said, "Remember your words. Tomorrow morning, bring your men with you and wait for me outside the marshland."

With that, he vanished into thin air.

Gu Yang felt a shadow flicker past him, turning his head to look, he could only catch sight of a white silhouette disappearing over the courtyard wall.

"Sixth grade—."

Only a martial artist at or above the sixth grade could have such light footwork.