"So, Brother Wen, after the battle at Yanqiao Pass, you left Yan State?"
In the second layer of the Linglong Ghost Market, within a side hall.
Wang Ba and Wen Yong sat facing each other.
The once carefree and unrestrained Wen Yong now sat cross-legged with a slightly restrained demeanor.
His mind occasionally flashed back to the scene just now.
Hearing Wang Ba's words, Wen Yong's face, already beginning to show wrinkles, couldn't help but reveal a trace of reminiscence and emotion:
"Indeed, after I left Yan State, I went to Song State, where I barely scraped by for a few years, only to hear the news that Yan State had been occupied by the Incense Fire Dao. Sensing the danger, I heard that Jin was stable, so I immediately moved to Chen State again. But just three days after my relocation, I learned that Song State had also been taken by the Incense Fire Dao..."
As Wen Yong spoke, he sighed and shook his head.