Zhao Qing covered in blood, was panting heavily, with multiple wounds all over his body, almost all his power exhausted. He fell off the horse's back, looked at Jiang Shi, and gasped:
"Compensation, what compensation do you want? I can give you anything—silver, elixir pills, secret manuals, these are not a problem, but please help me save my young master. The Yi Ming Army is under attack from three fronts, scattered everywhere. Now, my young master is surrounded at Qing Niu Mountain and is in peril. As long as you can rescue him, I will give you anything you want!"
"Rescue your young master? Who? Lu Chengtian?"
Jiang Shi frowned.
"Yes."
Zhao Qing responded promptly.
