469: Chapter 469 Xiang Liang's Hostility

As expected, nothing unexpected happened.

Zhao Fusu entered Xiang Liang's line of sight without any suspense and was being constantly watched by him.

"He is Xiong Xin!"

Hiding in the shadows, Xiang Liang sized up Zhao Fusu, his face as dark as the storm clouds on the eve of a tempest.

His eyes were filled with wariness.

To him, Zhao Fusu was a potential threat.

Previously, Xiang Liang had exhausted every effort to find Xiong Xin, a descendant of the Chu royalty who had fallen among the common people.

He was striking his wishful Abacus in his heart, plotting to keep Xiong Xin firmly in his grasp like a puppet on a string, using Xiong Xin's banner of "legitimacy" to expand his own influence in a justifiable manner.

In his mind, Xiong Xin was nothing more than a child who had spent years herding cattle in the mountains and forests; having seen little of the world, he would surely be simple and ignorant, like a blank sheet of paper for him to manipulate at will.

But at this moment, the "Xiong Xin" standing before him was worlds apart from the image he had pre-conceived.

Zhao Fusu stood tall and straight like a pine tree, possessing an extraordinary and dignified bearing; every gesture naturally exuded an innate nobility and confidence, and his conversation revealed a remarkable temperament.

Every movement and word of his seemed to carry an invisible charm, without a hint of the cowardice or dullness expected of a cowherd.

Because of this, deep down, Xiang Liang felt an extreme repulsion toward the fact that the person before him was indeed the Xiong Xin he had searched so hard for.

"Yes!"

Xiang Liang's confidant hurriedly nodded in response, his tone carrying an unquestionable firmness.

In truth, he knew better than anyone that Zhao Fusu was not the real Xiong Xin at all.

However, as a mole planted by Great Qin by Xiang Liang's side, he had received instructions from his superiors that he must identify Zhao Fusu as Xiong Xin.

Even if the real Xiong Xin were standing right next to Zhao Fusu, he would still claim that Zhao Fusu was the true Xiong Xin.

The years since the fall of the State of Chu had been too long; under Great Qin's liquidation, the members of the Chu royalty met various fates—some were killed, others exiled—making it as difficult as climbing to heaven to find any trace of them.

In those ancient times when information flow was extremely inconvenient, it wasn't like the modern era where one could simply post a missing person notice on TikTok and instantly receive a wealth of information.

In ancient times, to find someone, one could only dispatch large numbers of people and expend vast amounts of time, energy, and wealth just to potentially obtain a shred of a clue.

"He doesn't look like an easy character to deal with!"

Xiang Liang's tone grew increasingly solemn.

It seemed his wishful Abacus was unlikely to be played successfully.

The current situation had completely deviated from his expectations, filling him with regret that he shouldn't have brought in such a troublesome figure.

Xiang Liang's gaze slowly fell upon the guards beside Zhao Fusu.

He saw that each of them was lean and burly, with hollow cheeks and eyes as sharp as a hawk's; they were clearly a group of ruthless men.

Furthermore, the Sabers hanging from their waists were actually forged from fine steel, gleaming with a cold light under the sun and showcasing extraordinary quality.

And the way they wore their Sabers was even more peculiar, completely different from the traditional way Xiang Liang had seen in the lands of the Six States.

The normal way to wear a Saber was with the hilt in front and the tip behind.

But the hilts of these men were in the back, with the tips pointing forward; this was the extremely rare reverse-wearing style.

Such a unique way of carrying a blade must surely hide a profound, unknown meaning.

Xiang Liang could also discern a slight inkling.

That was the absolute loyalty these men had for Zhao Fusu; having the hilt toward the back meant that if they wanted to attack Zhao Fusu, they would have to make a very large movement.

This way, there was no way to instantly slay someone like with a Quick-draw Strike!

To be able to train such people, it seemed the power behind them was certainly not simple!

Recalling the words Zhao Fusu had spoken earlier, his flexibility of thought, originality of insight, and breadth of vision were definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Such a person, with his own independent thoughts and a powerful aura, how could he be easily controlled by others!

A deep sense of enmity couldn't help but well up in Xiang Liang's heart, mixed with a sense of marvel at Zhao Fusu.