Liu Feng chuckled.

"General, I should go back and pack my things. It's not a good idea to just leave like this."

Qian Mu had no way to refuse and nodded.

After Liu Feng returned to the Qian family's guest room, he immediately picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, someone was sent to find Linghu Chongshan.

The letter was not left for Wu Jiang, so Wu Jiang and Liu Feng were not worried.

He asked Linghu Chongshan to deliver the letter to Linghu Zheng as quickly as possible, and then left with the messenger of Xuanwu Jia.

After everyone left, Qian Mu and An Shirong discussed the matter together again.

"How's it going? Have you found out the background of that white-robed scholar?"

Qian Mu slowly put down his teacup and asked.

An Shirong answered in a low voice.

"I've already tried to probe him, and he seems difficult to influence. He's very loyal to Liu Feng, the warrior."

"This is not an easy matter."

"If you ask me, why not take advantage of this opportunity when Liu Feng is out suppressing bandits and send out a few of his trusted aides..."

An Shirong made a gesture of wiping his neck.

A hint of ruthlessness also flashed in Qian Mu's eyes.

Qian Mu's desire to kill Liu Feng was justifiable from every perspective.

On the one hand, Liu Feng was the person supported by Linghu Zheng. If he was killed, Linghu Zheng would lose an arm and could also openly recruit Wu Jiang.

Without Liu Feng, the Tiger Roar Army would be gone.

However, Qian Mu also knew that Liu Feng defeated the northern barbarians and eliminated bandits for the surrounding people, which were all real things he did for the people.

Qian Mu was not like Linghu Zheng, who would not care about the consequences in order to achieve his goals, so he still had some concerns about killing Liu Feng.