Immortal Spirit Village was no more than a hamlet with scant supplies. If Lu Yao really dragged all 1,400 of his men up the mountain, how would he feed them? Were they supposed to eat tree bark and grass?

And who knew how long this “council” of rebel generals would last? At the very least, there would be meetings upon meetings—scheming, wrangling, sorting out pecking orders, drafting some rules, then rousing the men with speeches and deploying plans—only after all that could they disperse.

He Lingchuan concluded, “In that case, Wu and Pei must have about the same number of troops as Lu Yao. Which means, even combined, the forces that will be gathering at Immortal Spirit Lake should only amount to seven or eight hundred.”

Madame Ying blinked in confusion. “Seven or eight hundred? But didn’t that man-eating general already have seven hundred hidden at Whistle...