Qingfeng Village was a third-rate mountain stronghold, barely enough to provide shelter in this desolate frontier region. For these bandits who called themselves outlaws, it was their only refuge.
War was merely daily fodder for the gossip of the powerful and wealthy in big cities, discussed in brothels and taverns. But for these ordinary people on the frontier, every clash between two nations meant plunder, a catastrophe.
No one cared whether these people truly intended to rebel, or why they had chosen to become outlaws. In this chaotic world, life was as cheap as an ant's, but everyone had the right to live.
Night had fallen. Ning Bufan left the room the second-in-command had arranged for him, a mere makeshift camp made of a few logs.
The man in the blue robe slowly approached. He ha
