Meanwhile, in the old carriage following behind Qin Mo, the two were also resting and having a meal. The dishes were simple in style, but the ingredients were extraordinary, consisting of items that only true nobles were entitled to enjoy.

"My lord, I have a feeling that we...we might have been spied on this morning." The armored charioteer removed his face shield, revealing a handsome face that was completely different from his powerful physique.

"It's not a possibility, it's definitely been investigated. His maid seems to be somewhat hostile towards us. Qingning, don't get entangled with them. We'll go around them this afternoon and avoid them."

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys." The charioteer named Qing Ning, despite feeling annoyed, immediately agreed.

Qin Mo's army finally arrived at the guide's campsite—Lacuo Lake—before nightfall. Lacuo Lake is a lake, and in Great Xia or anywhere else, such a lake would certainly not have a name. But in the grasslands and wilderness where water is precious, it is completely different; water is the source of life.

The army began setting up camp, arranging the sleds and wagons loaded with supplies into a grid pattern, and then erecting tents within the grid. Charcoal fires were lit inside the tents, and the smoke from the fires was drawn away by the windows on the top of the tents, making the inside warm and cozy in no time.

Qin Mo's main tent naturally needed to be pitched in the best location. His guide, a smuggler, had camped here many times and was very familiar with the area. He had already led Qin Mo's personal guards to find a spot to pitch the tents. Meanwhile, Qin Mo began to patrol the camp, checking if his men were shivering, and if any tents were not well-ventilated. Iron was too expensive; he wasn't extravagant enough to equip every tent with a chimney, so he naturally had to prevent smoke poisoning.

"Reporting to the young master... our people... have gotten into a conflict with someone..." a guard ran up to Qin Mo and stammered.

"Hmm? Did they hurt anyone?" Qin Mo was extremely kind to his personal guards, generous with their salaries and rewards, but he was also very strict with them. They were not to be allowed to bully the good or do anything reckless. These guys were too murderous, and if they were not strictly disciplined, they would definitely not be able to keep a peaceful life.

"Reporting to the young master... I did not... hurt anyone..." The guard's face turned red, whether from the north wind or something else, it was hard to tell.

Qin Mo was led to the scene of the conflict. He saw the old carriage from afar, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but think of those phoenix eyes again.