When Chang Geng opened his eyes, his surroundings were dark, the only surface reflecting the light nearby was Master Liao Ran's bald head.

     As soon as he moved, Xu Ling, who was in a very bad state, rushed over and shouted, "Your Highness! Your Highness! You are awake! Do you still recognize me? Your Highness…"

     Before he finished shouting, Master Xu had began to choke. He resembled Chang Geng's filial son, looking at him and wiping his tears. Unexpectedly, the more he wiped, the more tears began to pour, in the end, he sat aside and began to weep loudly.

     Chang Geng: "..."

     This ear-piercing sound had a very similar effect to the flute of his General Gu, buzzing around Chang Geng's ear. At this moment, he was very glad that Master Liao Ran was a mute man.

     The mute not only won't squeal, but also very considerately comforted Master Xu, who had a runny nose and tears all over.

     He approached Chang Geng and said through sign language, "This place is close to Jiangbei Camp, it's very safe. The wooden bird had been released. The little brother under Brother Sun has also tried to find a way to contact Jiangbei Camp using Your Highness's token. If there is no accident, General Zhong will be able to find this place soon, Your Highness rest assured."

     Although the monk often pretended to be mysterious and did not like to bathe, he was worthy of being high-ranking disciple in Lin Yuan Pavilion. In more than 360 days of the year, there were always two days where he could be depended on.

     Chang Geng nodded his head tiredly and deeply understood what was called ‘having one's boat overturned in a pond’, he could not help laughing bitterly.

     On that day, Chang Geng left the guards behind and took Xu Ling to Sha Hai group alone. Unfortunately, with not much luck, his arrival was very untimely.

     They had just followed Boss Sun to the sub-branch of the group. On the way to the main headquarters, the mob of rebels had already come out of their nests, just in time to run into them.

     In fact, at this time, although Chang Geng's heart did startle, he was not so nervous.

     According to his understanding of Jiangbei’s situation at this time, the rebellion did not come as a surprise to him. Dogs jump against the wall, rabbits bite people when scared. Everyone knew that rebellion was a major crime punishable by execution by nine generations, but even if nine generations were all dead, they themselves struggled to get by, how could this be the way to live? To die as a coward or to die as a beheaded rebel were still death either way. A person could not die twice, then it would be better to rise up, at least they could die for a meaningful purpose, leaving their names behind in history books.

     The refugees who escaped from Jiangbei have had their hands forced into rebelling.

     However, Chang Geng was not a god. He could deduce that there might be such a phenomenon among the refugees, but it was impossible to know when and what way they were going to rebel. But at that time, Chang Geng only felt that he had come at the wrong time — what storms had Yan Wang never experienced? He had never thought that the situation will get out of his control.

     Chang Geng knew that this kind of mob rebellion was not difficult to resolve.

     First of all, both the court and the rebels all knew that in the era of fighting by Ziliujin, one could not achieve victory by having two or three martial arts masters, machines and armors were of the utmost importance, even the best and most famous general like Gu Yun would not be able to do much when the ammunition was exhausted. The Sha Hai Group, even if this gang from the pugilist world was any bigger, was by no means an opponent of Jiangbei Camp as long as it did not have firearms, steel armor. and its own source of Ziliujin.