Wang Mengzi pounded the tree viciously, wanting to pour out all the frustration in his heart!
Just then, a shout rang out: "General Zhao Yun has given the order—all troops assemble!"
"Changsheng City is in grave danger. There's no time to celebrate. To die for the country and face death without fear—any man who can fight, assemble at once!"
Changsheng City was under fierce assault from the barbarian army. More and more cultivators from the immortal sects were forced onto the city walls to join the defense.
Inside the Prime Minister's residence, the advisers were running about in a frenzy, all surrounding Chen Wuwei and urging him to come up with a solution.
Leveling grain prices and stabilizing the people's hearts sounded simple, but it was both important and troublesome, making it extremely difficult to handle.
Chen Wuwei grew thinner by the day, coughing without end.
"Pfft!" He spat out another mouthful of blood. The young attendants beside him had grown used to it and silently wiped away the blood.
At that moment, someone walked over and placed a hand on the table. "Take a rest."
Chen Wuwei had been about to lose his temper, but when he saw Zhou Yunmiao, his anger faded.
"Mr. Zhou, you're here. I still haven't thanked you. If you hadn't brought the healers, the wounded could never have been treated. Do you have enough medicinal herbs and manpower on your side?"
"I'm fine. But if you keep working like this, you won't even make it through winter!"
The people from the Heavenly Sage Sect turned pale at once. Zhou Yunmiao's medical skills were renowned throughout Changsheng City. For him to say such a thing meant Chen Wuwei's illness was serious.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm fine..."
"Clearly, you refuse to listen. If you don't rest, you