“If you come with me, you might die.”
Outside Haozhou, Zhu Chongba held a bowl of food and looked up at the man before him. The man was dressed like a noble, but there was no Mongol contempt for the Han in his eyes.
Only something he couldn't quite put into words.
“My lord, in these chaotic times, life and death are all the same to me. I'm not afraid!”
“Not even of rebellion?”
“Not afraid! Just say the word, my lord, and I'll rebel with you!”
After studying him for a long while, the nobleman finally nodded. “Good. My name is Xu Zhiyan. From today on, you'll follow me.”
“What is your name?”
“I am Zhu Chongba.”
