"Do you not realize that we can barely feed ourselves, and if half of each mu of land grows Poison Grass, we will not even have seeds left for the next year!"
"Rebellious scoundrels, dare you spout nonsense?!"
Main General Pan Luo shouted loudly, with layers of Gang Qi surging and converging on the great spear, ready to make an example of one to warn others.
"Stop!"
Just then—
Chen Sansi arrived with Xia Cong.
"The Governor?"
Pan Luo paused, the great spear in midair, turned back to confirm the arrivals, and his face first showed surprise, then quickly dismounted and lowered his weapon to greet them with a clasped fist.
Regardless,
Chen Sansi was nominally the Governor.
They were his subordinates.
The requisite courtesies had to be maintained on the surface.
Upon seeing the White Robe—
not just the soldiers,
the troublemaking villagers also immediately quieted down, respectfully taking a few steps back.
"Creak—"
The door of the dilapidated tile house was pushed open.
