Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

Important business? What important business?

Protector Bai didn't quite understand what Gao Yi was saying.

But he could tell that Gao Yi was in a very good mood at that moment.

In such a joyful state, the Buddha summoned him to attend to him and even shared his innermost thoughts with him.

His status within the church is quite obvious.

Without asking any further questions, Protector Bai simply followed closely beside Gao Yi, his face crinkling with a smile.

Soon, he realized that Gao Yi had gone in the wrong direction, not towards his own central tent.

"Huh? This direction is..."

The White Protector was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

After all, he was very familiar with the situation within the tribe.

They are now heading in the direction where the prisoners in the tribe are held.

To be precise, it was the place where Yang Lin's adopted daughter, Zhang Ziyan, was imprisoned.

"The important matter, so this is the important matter."

The White Protector stroked his chin, a smile as shimmering as water spreading across his face.

"Hehe, hehehe."

Protector Bai's eyes were bright and cheerful, and even his steps became lighter. If he didn't still have some sense of reason, he probably would have started jumping and skipping.

Soon, the two arrived at a camp.

Two figures stood on the left and right sides outside the tent.

The White Protector, who was originally in high spirits, turned gloomy the moment he saw the two.

"Greetings, World Honored One."

"Greetings to the Left Protector."

Gao Yi nodded slightly, while the white protector's face suddenly turned a bit dark.

"That fucking traitor."

Protector Bai cursed inwardly.

These two were his former disciples, but they had both switched allegiance to Bai Yue'er.

Now that he has seen it, and his master doesn't even bother to call him "Master," how could Protector Bai not be furious?

"Guardian, please come inside with me."

"No, no, no, I'll wait outside."

Despite his anger, Protector Bai was not blinded by rage.

How could he disturb the Buddha at such a time?

Gao Yi didn't insist upon hearing this, and went inside on his own after lifting the curtain.

Upon seeing this, the White Protector smiled again.

Thank God, Old Bai finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Once the Buddha's good deed is accomplished, his merit will be firmly established.

Most importantly, from now on, he no longer needs to be afraid of Bai Yue'er's pillow talk.

Old Bai, too, had powerful backers in the harem.

After chuckling for a while, Protector Bai finally turned his gaze to the two traitors.

With a soft hum, Protector Bai stepped forward and gently placed his hands on the shoulders of the two men.

In an instant, their expressions changed simultaneously.

Protector Bai raised an eyebrow and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"What, are you planning to tip off Bai Yue'er?"

"Hmph, with this old man here, you'd better stay here obediently."

This was a scene he had been longing for; how could he allow anyone to ruin it so easily?

Gao Yi, who had entered the tent, was unaware that Protector Bai was actively racking his brains.

"Bang!"

However, the moment Gao Yi stepped into the tent, a whooshing sound came straight at his face.

It was a ceramic kettle.

As for who the attacker was, there's no need to say more.

A few meters away, a fierce gaze was fixed on him.

Gao Yi gently tossed the pottery pot in his hand, and looked around. The entire camp was in a complete mess.

It's obvious that it's the other person's hand gesture.

"Miss Ziyan, what do you mean by this? Are you unhappy staying here?"

Gao Yi chuckled and spoke.

"You scoundrel, don't try to play these tricks on me! I'd rather die than submit to you!"

Zhang Ziyan's face was cold, her eyes filled with defiance and defensiveness.

Gao Yi's lips twitched. Judging from this, it must have been that scoundrel Protector Bai who said something.

He could even picture the scene without being asked.

The White Protector burst out of the shadows, his face full of excitement, shouting, "What a beautiful wife! I can snatch her back to warm the World Honored One's bed!"

Gao Yi shook his head:

"Young lady, you misunderstand. I am not a Turk, but a genuine Han Chinese from the Central Plains."

With a light laugh, Gao Yi took a few steps forward.

"Don't come any closer."

Seeing Gao Yi's actions, Zhang Ziyan couldn't help but shout sharply.

But there was a hint of fear and helplessness in his voice.

Although Protector Bai and his companions weren't very capable, they weren't stupid either.

It's impossible to place Zhang Ziyan here without any restrictions.

The two disciples outside the door were merely guards.

If Zhang Ziyan still possessed martial arts skills, their limited strength would be practically useless.

Gao Yi chuckled, but his steps showed no sign of stopping.

He walked to the center of the tent, tapped the overturned table and chairs with his toes, and sat down leisurely.

Zhang Ziyan, ever since Gao Yi took that first step, has been constantly moving backward.

However, the tent was only so big, and with nowhere to retreat, Zhang Ziyan could only lean against the edge of the tent, looking at Gao Yi with a panicked expression.

Gao Yi stretched out his hand, as if he hadn't seen Zhang Ziyan's expression at all.

"Miss Zhang, please have a seat."

After saying that, seeing Zhang Ziyan still standing, he added with a smile:

"Don't worry, I have no intention of harming you."

"Of course, if I have a different idea, you can't stop me, can you?"

Gao Yi looked at Zhang Ziyan with a half-smile.

"you……"

Zhang Ziyan trembled slightly, her heart filled with a mixture of shame and anger, and a flush rose on her cheeks.

"Alright, Miss Zhang, you come from a distinguished family. I won't keep you in suspense any longer. There's something I'd like to ask for your help with."

Gao Yi tapped the table and said.

"You're delusional."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Ziyan shouted angrily.

"Oh?"

Gao Yi raised an eyebrow: "Won't you reconsider, young lady?"

"Give up now. I am the daughter of the King of Kao Shan. There is no way I will cooperate with you, much less do anything for you."

Gao Yi was not angry; he simply frowned and shook his head.

"That makes things difficult."

"In this battle of Wuchuan, the young lady suffered a crushing defeat, losing her flag and her troops..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Ziyan was struck as if by a heavy blow, her whole body trembling as she shouted:

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. You wicked villain, if you want to kill me, then kill me. There's no need to humiliate me like this."

"You misunderstand, young lady. I didn't mean that at all. Besides, you weren't the only one who suffered a defeat this time."

Zhang Ziyan suddenly looked up, staring intently at Gao Yi:

"What...what do you mean?"

Gao Yi's lips curled up, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.

"Not far from this tent, there is another tent where someone is also imprisoned. I suppose you should know them, young lady."

"It's Brother Xue, you villain! What do you want?"

Gao Yi's smile widened even more:

"As I said before, could you do me a small favor, young lady?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ziyan's response, Gao Yi spoke again:

"In this battle, I not only brought back two people, but also have more than four thousand, nearly five thousand prisoners in my hands."

"Sisterly affection and camaraderie, I believe you, young lady, will not disappoint me."

Zhang Ziyan's face turned deathly pale instantly.