Jin Yuka frowned: "Fla, you saved my life, but... as for launching an attack against the Imperial Court, I cannot agree with you. After all... you’ve tried several tis before with the court, and all ended in failure... You must understand, our Miaojiang poison tradition has been passed down for hundreds of years, and few can undo it. This indicates there are capable people in the court..."
Fla’s eyes under his mask squinted slightly, all because Yang Ruxin thwarted his plans.
"Fla, I truly can’t help you with this." Jin Yuka directly refused Fla’s request to raise an army.
"Hehe..." Fla laughed, "My king, rember, you will agree." With that, he stood up, turned around and walked out, disappearing in an instant.
"My king, this Master Fla is too rude." Jin Yuka’s close guard, Ran Lei, frowned and comnted.
Jin Yuka said nothing, but his brow remained furrowed.
Though he refused Fla, his heart was still restless.
Here in Miaojiang, surrounded by mountains, although the Miao people have lived here for generations, they also harbor ambitions. Though rich in minerals and dicine, food is scarce.
Every year, there are special people who descend the mountains to trade food with the Han Chinese.
Those who return describe the outside world as prosperous, affluent, and full of song and dance.
However, supporting Fla’s attempt to restore the forr Song Dynasty is comndable, but it’s not right for the people of Miaojiang to be his vanguard.
The Fla Sect is spread nationwide, with tens of thousands of mbers. If a rebellion truly occurs, he wouldn’t mind lending a hand, though the intention to fish in troubled waters or take advantage is greater.
But Fla’s words just now made him very uneasy because that person is extrely strange and unpredictable, perhaps...
"Ran Lei, urgently summon the tribal chiefs, convene in the eting hall..."
Ran Lei quickly saluted, then went down to convey the orders.
After leaving the Huaka Tribe, Fla imdiately returned to his Fla Sect headquarters without any pause.
The headquarters of the Fla Sect is situated on a mountainside, built along the mountain’s caves, looking much more grand and beautiful than a stilted building.
The straight-line distance from the Huaka Tribe isn’t far, with just a mountain peak separating them, which isn’t challenging for soone skilled in Qinggong.
Guards at the entrance knelt down from afar upon seeing a figure flying over.
Fla didn’t pause and swiftly entered the mountain gate.
"Master." Several people ca out to greet him, led by Uncle Nine and Daoist Qing Qiuzi, who had previously escaped from Yang Ruxin’s hands, now kneeling together on the ground.
"Diewu, imdiately send a ssage to have the Young Master return." Fla’s tone carried a hint of anger as he turned and sat at the high seat in the middle of the hall.
Diewu acknowledged, turned, and went out to deliver the ssage.
"Foster father." However, before Diewu reached the cave entrance, a slightly lazy voice sounded from outside, followed by a white-clad man entering, it was Song San.
"Salute the Young Master." The crowd once again saluted Song San.
Diewu looked at Song San with a trace of infatuation in her eyes, but unfortunately, Song San’s gaze did not fall on her.
"Qiqi, it’s good timing that you’ve returned." Fla’s tone softened, even carrying a hint of joy.
"Greetings, foster father." Song San saluted Fla.
"Rise, speak. How are things outside?" Fla gestured slightly.
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