As soon as Yi Chen spoke, the barbarians, though not understanding, nevertheless drew their waist knives and surrounded the three yellow-faced Han men who had been beating up the others.
This was the trust that Yi Chen had earned from them that morning.
They were, after all, the elite, well-trained.
Among the barbarians, a minor banner officer even slapped three talismans on the three yellow-faced men, talismans meant to ward off evil.
Unfortunately, there was no unexpected self-combustion of the talismans as they had anticipated.
Could it be that the Taoist had made a mistake?
The barbarians turned their eyes toward Yi Chen, their gazes questioning.
The three men who had been hitting others said expressionlessly, "The Zhen An Division really has quite the presence."
"However, the three Yang brothers are not evil spirits. Has the Zhen An Division's official made a mistake?"
At this moment, the onlookers who were attracted by the fight began whispering among themselves.