Chapter 647: Splendid Attire, Twin Evils

Morning mist heavy with water vapor surged up from all directions, first covering the feet, then submerging the knees. The thick Da Wang felt each breath swallowing willow fluff.

At Cloud Summit Peak, the wind cut like a knife, and two figures stood on the cliff edge.

Da Wang first stepped up; facing this scene, his heroic spirit soared—even someone with slightly better learning would want to recite a poem.

This guy brandished the Grand Might Sword, striking a pose for a while, then hurriedly dragged the Grand Might Sword to find a sheltered rock behind the cliff and crouched down……

"…This wind makes one's face hurt."

Ling Yin really is a person—"My lord, where's that wind‑blocking headscarf? This place seems to be the highest mountain range in the northern territories besides Yanzhi." The mountains are high and the wind is strong.

Da Wang had his own insistence: "That cloth doesn't match the aura of Falling Cloud Summit." He even specially changed into a nice outfit! Before his words finished, he saw the beast bounding around, completing its patrol, its golden long fur having passed through the morning mist and the gale, the huge ferocious beast looking utterly disheveled.

Da Wang disliked it: "Your aura is no good either—stay away from me."

Xiao Jin: clear. jpg

Ling Yin: ……

Da Wang calculated the time needed to slaughter the village; the enemy rode only inferior civilian horses, so however you think, he also arrived early. This guy had set up his tent on Falling Cloud Summit and just stayed there. When he had free time, he opened the map to look for assassin gangs and study tactics.

In a short while he had already come up with no fewer than three ways to enter the fray, and by sheer imagination he had sketched out five, six, seven, eight kinds of battle scenes sweeping the enemy.

Just like that, half a day passed; after eating a handful of jerky, no one had arrived yet, so he grabbed Zhe Tian and Xiao Jin and began earnestly instructing the two fighters.

"The time has come for the organization to need your performance! Raising troops for a thousand days and using them in a moment—now I, your keeper, will convey the tactics for a moment later."

Ling Yin: ……

Zhe Tian walked forward a few steps, and Xiao Jin also crawled into his tent and lay down, very cooperative.

Da Wang grabbed Zhe Tian's wing tip with one hand and pulled Xiao Jin's foreleg with the other: "When our enemies arrive, Zhe Tian will block the front route to prevent them from escaping alive; Xiao Jin will block the retreat route, not letting a single one get away—understood?"

The disheveled beast looked at him clear‑eyedly, and Da Wang missed the speaking Bai Ze. "Does this stare mean you understand or not? Go on, squeak…… wait! Never mind! Shut up, I know you get it!" Suddenly remembering that this guy's skill is to roar, Da Wang, seeing Xiao Jin about to open his mouth, decisively changed his mind.

Xiao Jin was braked involuntarily and couldn't help moving his mouth; Da Wang picked up a piece of jerky and shoved it into its mouth to shut it up. After dealing with the ferocious beast, he looked at Zhe Tian the adult— the eagle also couldn't speak, only rolling its eyes at him……

Da Wang sighed, boredly began to rehearse: "My status is really getting worse and worse..."

He was busy and warm, when the silent Great Hero Ling suddenly spoke: "Maybe we can finish work and return to You Prefecture before dark."

Da Wang jumped up with a "whoosh": "They've appeared?"

"I've observed them; they don't look like a caravan, and the information provided by Peace and Kangcheng Guard also matches."

Da Wang leaned in to enlarge the map and look closely—indeed, the vehicle still bore the banner of the Jin Clan caravan. "Great! Settle them and go home for the New Year."

Zhao Da Xian saw the two figures standing on the cliff, his heart jolted.

"Second Brother Chen, look!"

"Falling Cloud Summit—a gateway where one man can hold the pass—it's no surprise there are bandits."

"…Could it be official forces?"

Chen Er narrowed his eyes to examine: "Heh, who knows if Bai Li Jing's token has even made it out of You Prefecture?"

Da Wang looked clearly through the telescope and smiled. Finally they'd come—it was only mid‑afternoon, so he could finish work before dark. He patted Xiao Jin's head and pointed to the rear of the convoy: "Go block their retreat at the back; don't let a single one escape."

Xiao Jin sneaked away with a few leaps, vanishing into Falling Cloud Summit, while Zhe Tian the adult acted more ostentatiously, pretending to be a passing eagle and even flying over people's heads to watch. Because of the great height, the other side paid no attention to this big killer.

Falling Cloud Summit is actually not a peak but a ridge between two peaks, with abysses thousands of feet deep on both sides, a sea of clouds surging. Wind passing through the ridge makes a wooing sound, like someone crying far away.

Da Wang looked at the troops arriving on schedule as planned and snorted with a laugh: "They really picked a good spot—here to be buried, the wind will wail and see them off."

The voice, with qi sunk to the dantian, was extremely loud, carried on the wind to the ears of the convoy.

Chen Er, while riding forward, shouted loudly: "Which heroes ahead, we are the Guangling Jin Clan caravan. All our brothers are skilled; we're only escorting worthless cloth and ornaments—please, heroes, make allowances." The subtext was: "You can't afford to provoke us—get lost."

Da Wang curled his lip: "When did the Jin Clan become the Guangling Jin Clan? This blame's definitely going to be dumped on the second brother, right?"

Zhao Da looked around: "Outside there seem to be just two people; I don't know how many more are lying in ambush."

"We can retreat intact from You Prefecture—what's there to fear from these mountain bandits who jump out of some ditch?"

That's what they said, but as they drew nearer and looked up to see the clothing details of the two on the ridge, their hearts leapt. "No! This isn't what mountain bandits should wear."

Even better, it's outrageous…… the kind of fabric only great clans can wear.

Da Wang wore all‑silver‑white ordinary clothes; this guy isn't afraid of the cold, dressed in the depths of winter sufficiently "beautifully freezing." No need to mention what standard his attire is—Ling Yin, beside Da Wang, had his clothes arranged by Zhao Bao and they were no worse. The two people who suddenly appeared on the cliff were dressed like aristocratic youths of the great clans.

Strange.