Jiang Ziya Comes to Join

Jiang Ziya came to defect, but Wen Zhong did not answer at once.

He was the commander of the three armies; he could not lightly put himself in danger.

Now Xi Qi's fiends lurked on every side, and even the smallest matter might conceal killing intent.

Wen Zhong narrowed his eyes and silently urged the magic power in his Niwan Palace, sending a voice transmission to Zhao Gongming:

"Martial Uncle Zhao, outside the camp there is a masked old man requesting an audience. He gives no name. I fear there is something fishy here, so I ask Martial Uncle to keep watch from the shadows."

A moment later, Zhao Gongming's voice sounded in the depths of Wen Zhong's heart:

"This Poor Daoist knows. Just have him come in. If he makes any strange move, this Poor Daoist will naturally take action."

Wen Zhong's heart settled.

With Zhao Gongming secretly watching over him, even if the newcomer was a disciple of the Chan Sect, he would not be able to succeed so easily.

He set down the map, seated himself properly behind the commander's desk, and said in a deep voice:

"Bring him into the tent."

The guard cupped his fists and withdrew.

Before long, the tent flap was lifted.

A hunchbacked old man with his face covered slowly walked into the central army's main tent under the watch of two armored soldiers, cupped his hands, and said:

"After so many years apart, Grand Tutor Wen's bearing remains as splendid as ever!"

Wen Zhong's brows shifted slightly.

Those eyes, that voice...

They were somewhat familiar.

"Since Your Excellency has come to see this old man, why hide and cover yourself?" Wen Zhong said in a low voice. "Could it be that you cannot bear to be seen?"

The old man sighed