Inside the Ping Tian Army's central command tent, everyone present wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Even King Ping Tian, Li Zili, could hardly believe his own ears!
This was the heart of an army tens of thousands strong. Aside from Li Zili, several of his fierce generals were seated here, each no weaker than a first-rate martial artist of the jianghu.
Yet despite the tight security within and without, these powerful warriors and battle-hardened generals had failed to notice an outsider infiltrating their midst.
It felt as though they had each been viciously slapped across the face, the burning pain searing hot!
Li Zili abruptly rose to his feet and stared at the plainly dressed man who had appeared before the tent entrance at some unknown time. A terrifying gleam flashed in his eyes. "May I ask who you are, sir?"
The officers at his sides also rose one after another, their veined hands gripping their personal weapons.
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly became drawn bows and drawn blades!
The plainly dressed man smiled faintly. "You were all talking about me, yet you do not know who I am?"
Li Zili's breath caught as he slowly asked, "Are you Qing'an County's Assistant County Magistrate Wang Chen?"
Wang Chen nodded. "That's right."
Li Zili's face darkened like still water, and for a moment, he was unable to speak.
At this very moment, his emotions were simply beyond words—rage, suspicion, vexation, and a faint thread of fear.
Of course, King Ping Tian would never admit that he was afraid. He had merely realized that the situation had entirely spiraled out of control.
And the feeling was truly awful beyond measure!
His left hand involuntarily pressed against the pouch hanging at his waist.
Inside were two immortal talismans,