"Check everything, take anything valuable, let’s go!" Su Lang gave the order, and the horse bandits moved quickly; in the end, Su Lang glanced at the three unconscious people again. So, a quarter of an hour later, when a troop of Female Cavalry arrived, all that remained were the messy hoof prints and a dismantled old horse cart—nothing else was left. A female soldier looked toward the valiant woman wearing armor. The woman snapped her whip, "Chase!" "Eldest Brother, the master has arrived!" Su Lang returned to Black Wind Camp with the spoils of war and upon entering learned the news; he was overjoyed. "The master? Let’s go, let’s go, take me to the master quickly!" He dismounted nimbly. As he landed, he also ripped off the black triangle cloth covering his face, revealing a fair and delicate boyish face. In his hurry, he burst into a room and upon pushing open the door, he saw a tall and imposing man wearing a mask forged of black iron. The mask had a fierce demonic appearance, exposing the man’s eyes, nose, and thin lips, along with his clean and attractive chin. Su Lang ran straight to the man, beaming with joy. The atmosphere was solemn and dignified, refreshing and clear. Dressed in a coarse linen robe, the master was sitting on a round stool with his elbow resting on a round table, savoring a freshly brewed pot of spring tea. Su Lang nodded firmly, pulled over a stool, and sat opposite the master, asking, "Master... You, since you’ve come, does that mean you’ve made up your mind?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and he looked more like an innocent child than the sharp and ruthless person he was outside. About two months ago, he had led his men to raid a merchant convoy and, unluckily, encountered a military troop, nearly getting captured. It was ’the master’ who had covered for them, saving their lives. The master was a very capable person, and Su Lang had great admiration for him. He had invited him to join Black Wind Camp, but at that time the master had only said he would consider it. Su Lang had thought that, with the master’s temperament, it was impossible for him to join Black Wind Camp. Because the master was different from them. He was resolute and steady, with great wisdom, possessing a natural and unsullied integrity, unlike them, who were like devils filled with bitterness and resentment. He had originally invited the master to Black Wind Camp in an attempt to win him over with his sincerity, knowing that if the master joined, it would be like adding wings to a tiger. However, the master had left without a trace, and despite several defense checkpoints in the camp, Su Lang didn’t know how the master had bypassed them; but he wasn’t surprised by his departure. Perhaps during their time together, he had already understood that his Black Wind Camp couldn’t hold the master. If the master wished to come, he would, and if the master wanted to leave, no one could stop him. "I’ve given it serious thought, and I can do it." Su Lang’s eyes shone even brighter, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Master, are you serious? Will you really help and support me?" The master patted his head, "Partly, it’s because I’m worried about you; you have the courage to lead troops, but such recklessness isn’t good for you. You need someone who can calmly strategize for you, and I happen to have some little smarts."