As he spoke, the man in white stepped back a few paces. Cold light flashed, and the saber was back in the sheath at Lou Guanghe's waist.

Lou Guanghe was enraged and reached for it on instinct, but the man in white said, "Go ahead and draw it... Your saber can't kill me. All it'll do is cost you my help, and without that, your Xiliang army will be crushed by Ning Chen."

Bian Yangze waved a hand. "General Lou, don't be rash. Let him finish."

Lou Guanghe held his anger in check and glared at the man in white. "You say you know where Ning Chen is. Where is he?"

The man in white gave a soft laugh. "So you've agreed to work with me?"

Bian Yangze took up the thread. "That depends on whether the gentleman's information is worth anything."

The man in white said flatly, "Leng Wenyan is dead. Bianzhou has fallen to Ning Chen."

Those words made every face in the tent change.

Lou Guanghe said, "Impossible. If Leng Wenyan were dead, why haven't we heard a thing?"

The man in white sneered. "You haven't heard because Ning Chen has sealed off the news. He's waiting for you to walk right into his net.

Bianzhou has fallen, and I saw Leng Wenyan die with my own eyes.

As for Ning Chen, he's lying in ambush at Tiger Roar Gorge right now with fifty thousand men... The moment you go through it, rolling rocks and logs will be waiting for you."

Bian Yangze and the others looked stunned.

Lou Guanghe said, "Why should we believe you?"

The man in white said coolly, "Do you have paper and a brush?"

Bian Yangze thought for a moment, then pointed at a table nearby.

The man in white stepped to the table, ground ink, wet the brush and set it flying across the paper.

His brush moved as if guided by a god, and in no time the lay of the land at Tiger Roar Gorge sprang to life on the paper.

Bian Yangze and the others were astonished. It…