Hearing her voice made Ye Lisheng feel a little annoyed.

But his face remained amiable.

"Then I'll do as you say."

"All brothers, set up camp here!"

"yes"

Little did they know that danger was closing in on them time and time again.

Under the hazy moonlight, everyone looked somewhat tired and had unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, dozens of men in black appeared out of nowhere, each holding a gleaming, cold-smelling sword.

"That's the carriage of the Prince of Anyang!"

Judging from their intentions, they were after Ye Lisheng.

Dozens of people surrounded the carriage, ready to poke him in the back.

They made a gesture to each other, and together they plunged their swords into the carriage.

The leader whispered, "I thought the Prince of Anyang was so powerful that he didn't even know we brothers were here."

As he spoke, he reached out to lift the curtain, but suddenly noticed that the person inside the carriage had changed their expression and looked somewhat flustered.

Where are they?

"The Prince of Anyang has disappeared!"

The carriage was empty; Ye Lisheng wasn't inside at all.

Just then, a cold voice rang out from behind: "It's my turn now."

Ye Lisheng's reputation was widespread; seeing him was like seeing a ghost, causing fear.

Before they even made a move, the legs of the men in black began to tremble like leaves.

The hand holding the sword was trembling.

Ling Shuang asked, "Who are you, and how dare you attempt to assassinate Sixth Brother?"

Ye Lisheng had already discovered their presence when they were lying in ambush nearby, so he quickly hid with Ling Shuang and a few others, leaving only a few guards behind.

The purpose was to lower their guard so that they could be caught in one fell swoop.

"Who sent you?" Ling Ran asked, placing his sword against the neck of the leader of the men in black.