"Leave 3,000 naval troops, along with 3,000 female soldiers under Yang Huahua to garrison here. Additionally, Black Wind Stronghold has 5,000 troops remaining, totaling over 10,000. If you need anything, you can also contact General Zhao, Achang of Beishan, and Ye Sang of Qinghua Mountain. What do you say?"

Uncle Luo hesitated for a moment. "The third leader and I can stay behind without any problem, but the first leader instructed us before he left that he hoped you would stay here for greater safety."

Li Ruo said impatiently, "Now is not the time to worry about this. What if our eldest brother and the brothers get infected with the plague? Then the Prince of Jiangning will win without a fight."

Yes, it might very well be one of his schemes.

Otherwise, why would everything be such a coincidence?

What a grand and insidious game of chess!

What about Liao Fusheng? Did he know that Liao Fusheng would use magic to rob him and use him for his own purposes?

Li Ruo nudged Xu Dafu, "Was it because you were so talkative that day, telling others that the priest would perform rituals?"

“I—” Xu Dafu felt extremely ashamed and slapped himself. “I had a foul mouth. I’m sorry, Daoist Master.”

Li Ruo rolled her eyes at him. "If it's because the Taoist priest can perform rituals, I'm not so worried. At least they won't kill him right away. They'll at least figure out what's going on, or even recruit him for their own use."

Xu Dafu's face was wrinkled. "I'm afraid he won't go along with the corrupt practices, and the Prince of Jiangning will kill him in a fit of anger."

"Shut your mouth."

Grandma Li was also worried about her grandson and the Taoist priest, so she said, "Grandma will go with you."

Lian Lizhi was even more worried than her, "I'll go too."

Since they both said that, Li Yi naturally didn't want to stay there alone, so she said, "Take me with you."