Hua Cuo and his group had traveled a considerable distance away in the carriage before Rong Zhi began to move his feet.
Previously, when Chu Yu and Rong Zhi had stepped aside to speak, Moxiang had been instructed not to follow. Eagerly waiting for Rong Zhi's return, Moxiang promptly approached him, saying, "My lord, what should we do now?"
Rong Zhi's drifting mind refocused, secretly thinking that although the situation in the Southern Dynasty was messy, it wasn't heading in the direction he had hoped. At this time, if they still wanted to send troops from this region, they likely couldn't stand against Jiankang's military; any battle would be in vain.
Besides, he no longer needed to capitalize on this chaos.
This chess game had been recklessly disturbed by Hua Cuo, who had clumsily knocked over the chess pieces. It was uncertain how many usable pieces were left or if any could be salvaged.