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The team slowly advanced along the mountain path as night deepened, making the trail appear increasingly narrow and treacherous. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a faint glow on the dark world around them. The mountain breeze blew, bringing a chill that filled each member of the team with a sense of vigilance and unease.
Halfway up the mountain, Li Mu coldly nodded to Two and Three. They exchanged glances and quickly left the group, moving swiftly toward the mountain peak. Their movements were like lightning, silently disappearing into the darkness, leaving only a gentle breeze in their wake.
Wong Ji, seeing the two suddenly leave, was quite displeased. He pulled on his horse to stop its movement. Anger burned within him as he couldn't help but shout, "Hey! Stop right there! What are you doing? Leaving the team without permission!"
Hearing Wong Ji's roar, Li Mu turned coldly, his gaze slicing through Wong Ji like a knife. His voice was low and icy, dripping with disdain and mockery: "You’ve got to be kidding... Private tutor, you really shouldn’t meddle in military matters. You're so slow that you can't even scout properly. You might as well shut up and hurry your ragtag crew along."
Li Mu's words were sharp and cruel, each one striking deep. Wong Ji's face turned ashen upon hearing them, his anger intensifying. His grip tightened on the reins, his eyes flashing with rage and hatred, but he knew he couldn't act recklessly in front of a cold-blooded expert like Li Mu.
The surrounding soldiers heard Li Mu's words and dared not speak; they lowered their heads and silently awaited orders. Tension and unease filled their hearts as they wondered what would happen next.
Wong Ji took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and coldly replied, "Li Mu, don’t get too arrogant. We’re on a mission here, not here to watch you show off."
Li Mu let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with contempt: "On a mission? With your ragtag crew? Don’t make me laugh. Let’s get moving; don’t waste any more time."
In a fit of rage, Wong Ji drew his sword, its blade glinting ominously as it pointed directly at Li Mu. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his hand trembled with anger. The soldiers beside him also drew their swords in response, their blades shining brightly as they aimed them at Li Mu, creating an atmosphere charged with tension.
Wong Ji said fiercely, "My previous tolerance towards you... was for Lord Cao Ling’s sake. If it weren't for my future prospects, I would have killed you long ago!"
His voice was filled with anger and resentment; his face twisted in fury as if his eyes might pop out from rage. The fire of hatred burned within him, wishing he could immediately strike Li Mu down.
However, Li Mu remained unfazed by the situation before him; instead, he smiled faintly as if he had just heard a joke. His eyes were filled with disdain and calmness as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly in mockery.
"Li Mu" said softly, "Wong Ji, your temper is truly admirable. You want to kill me? With your ragtag bunch?"
His voice was calm and stern, each word dripping with immense disdain and confidence. The soldiers around them felt their faces tighten with tension, unsure of what to do. "Wong Ji's" anger flared even hotter at the provocation, his knife trembling in his hand.
"Wong Ji" gritted his teeth and said, "Li Mu, don't think I won't! If you dare to speak nonsense again, I'll make you bleed right now!"
"Li Mu" laughed dismissively, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. His voice was deep and resolute, carrying an undeniable authority: "You can try and see who will bleed first."
At that moment, the surrounding soldiers sensed the intense standoff, filled with fear and unease. They knew that "Li Mu" was not an ordinary person; his calmness and confidence put immense pressure on them.
Cold sweat broke out on "Wong Ji's" palms as anger and fear intertwined, overwhelming him. He understood that "Li Mu" was not someone he could easily handle, yet he was unwilling to show weakness in front of everyone.
"Li Mu" placed his hand on "Wong Ji's" knife, lightly touching the blade's edge and feeling the cold steel. He looked meaningfully at "Wong Ji," a slight smirk appearing on his lips, revealing a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"Wong Ji, I thought you were a smart man?" "Li Mu's" voice was low and icy, each word piercing into "Wong Ji's" heart like needles. His fingers gently brushed over the blade, feeling its sharpness without a hint of concern.
"We Shadow Guards work tirelessly to scout for your team... in the end, you gain everything—promotions and a bright future," "Li Mu" said in a calm yet stern tone laced with mockery. "I don't understand... why bother with such trivial matters?"
Then, "Li Mu" effortlessly pushed aside "Wong Ji's" knife. His movement was light yet powerful; "Wong Ji's" arm involuntarily stepped back under that force, the knife forced away from "Li Mu." "Wong Ji's" face turned ashen as his anger peaked.
"You..." "Wong Ji" gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with fury, but he knew that "Li Mu's" strength and composure made it impossible for him to retaliate easily. His arm still trembled, but the overwhelming pressure prevented him from maintaining his grip on the knife.
"Li Mu" looked at "Wong Ji," a glimmer of victory in his eyes. His tone remained cold and threatening: "Wong Ji, this mission is of great importance; you'd better not ruin it out of momentary impulse. Our target is the same person, isn't it?"
Cold sweat broke out in Wong Ji's palms as he suppressed his anger and finally sheathed his knife. He took a deep breath, forcing down the fury within him, and said coldly, "Li Mu, don't get too pleased with yourself. We'll see about this."
Li Mu smiled and nodded, saying nothing more, then continued walking ahead. His steps were steady and confident, as if the earlier confrontation was of no consequence to him. The soldiers who had drawn their weapons against him dared not stop him, watching instead as his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Wong Ji glared at Li Mu's retreating back, his anger burning like a fierce flame within him, yet he felt powerless to act. His fingers gripped the knife handle tightly, knuckles turning white from the strain. He was filled with humiliation and resentment, but he knew this was not the time to explode.
Finally, Wong Ji sheathed his knife, his face dark with rage as he shouted at the soldiers, "Move forward! Hurry up!"
Upon hearing Wong Ji's command, the soldiers immediately sprang into action, sheathing their weapons and reforming their ranks. Their movements appeared somewhat frantic, but under Wong Ji's roar, they had no choice but to quicken their pace along the mountain path. The atmosphere remained tense; no one dared to speak a word, silently following the formation.
Wong Ji led the group at the front, filled with anger and frustration. Each step felt incredibly heavy as he cursed Li Mu and those cold-hearted Shadow Guards in his mind. He knew this mission was crucial and must be completed at all costs, but he was also determined that once it was over, he would settle the score with Li Mu.
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