Brother Gongming's Noble Righteousness!

Brother Gongming's noble righteousness! In an unoccupied corner behind the Xi Qi main camp, green light flashed, and Jiang Ziya landed.

Zhao Gongming did not appear, leaving only a transmitted message behind:

"Return once you have found out the truth. If you meet danger, silently recite Poor Daoist's name."

Warmth stirred in Jiang Ziya's heart, and he said softly:

"Many thanks, Brother Daoist."

He straightened his clothes and hat, changed back into the old robe he often wore in Xi Qi, leaned on his wooden staff, and slowly walked toward the camp.

Strange to say.

Jiang Ziya had vanished for many days, yet no one in the Xi Qi main camp had noticed.

The reason was simple.

His authority had long since been seized by Shen Gongbao.

His old confidants had been transferred and scattered, and the generals were also afraid of displeasing Shen Gongbao; on ordinary days, they wished they could stay as far from him as possible.

On top of that, Shen Gongbao had left camp yesterday and returned today with Huang Tianhua, so the entire Xi Qi army was discussing the descent of a Chan Sect expert from the mountain. Who would still care about an old Prime Minister who had fallen from power?

Jiang Ziya walked the whole way in, and to his surprise, no one questioned him much.

When the occasional soldier saw him, they merely gave a perfunctory salute:

"Prime Minister."

Their tone was neither cold nor warm.

Jiang Ziya was not angry in his heart. He only shook his head to himself.

He arrived outside the main tent and asked someone to report his presence.

A moment later, Shen Gongbao's voice came from inside the tent:

"Let him in."

Jiang Ziya entered the tent.

Shen Gongbao was sitting in the main seat, his