Please Order, Grand Tutor

"Please Give the Order, Grand Preceptor." The heavy city gates slowly opened, and the drawbridge dropped.

Chong Houhu led Chong Yingbiao and the officers within the city out in person.

Before long, Wen Zhong arrived astride the Black Qilin, with generals such as Huang Feihu and Su Hu arrayed to his left and right behind him. The great army spread out beyond the city, camp after camp stretching into the distance. Cheval-de-frise, antler barricades, and crossbow formations were laid out layer upon layer, tightly guarding against a surprise attack from the Xi Qi army.

Chong Houhu strode forward, dropped to one knee, cupped his fists, and said:

"This last general, Chong Houhu, pays respects to the Grand Preceptor!"

Wen Zhong swung down from the Black Qilin and helped Chong Houhu up with one hand, saying in a grave voice:

"Marquis of the North, you have suffered. Chong City was able to hold until this day, and your merit cannot be denied."

Chong Houhu gave a bitter laugh.

"Grand Preceptor, you flatter this last general to death. If not for Your Majesty's divine might, and if not for General Nezha and Immortal Zhao's aid, this last general would long since have fallen into that demon Daoist's poisonous scheme. How would I still have the face to stand before the Grand Preceptor?"

Wen Zhong glanced at him and said no more, only patting him on the shoulder.

"We will discuss it after entering the city."

Chong Houhu hurriedly said:

"Grand Preceptor, please!"

Wen Zhong nodded and led Huang Feihu, Su Hu, and the other generals into the city. Nezha, feet on his Wind Fire Wheels, circled once in midair. Seeing no movement from the Xi Qi main camp, he finally landed back inside the city, reluctant and unwilling.

Zhao Gongming, meanwhile, looked