"Think it over. If you agree, I'll come again—but only today."
Inside the Sun Moon Army's commander's tent in the Mingdou Mountain Range, Zhongli Wu left those words behind and departed with a faint smile.
The group led by Ju Zi remained where they were, some angry, some deep in thought, some frowning, and some horrified.
It all stemmed from a proposal Zhongli Wu had made.
When the imperial army attacked Yuming City, he could dispatch an Undead Army from within the city, thereby breaking apart and dispersing Yuming City's defending forces and creating a better opportunity for them to take the city.
The price was that the bodies of the more than ten thousand soldiers who had recently died in battle had to be handed over to him.
As soon as this matter was raised, the commanders of the major legions and the heads of the three Soul Tool Legions erupted into an uproar.
There were supporters and opponents alike, and their verbal clash was intense.
The supporters were naturally the commanders of the three Soul Tool Legions. More than anyone else, they understood that if Yuming City's defenses could be weakened, the pressure on them as the main siege force would be greatly reduced.
The opponents were the fifteen Legion Commanders. They did not want the corpses of their fallen soldiers to be used by Evil Soul Masters.
Starry Sky Douluo and the others said nothing. They merely watched Ju Zi, who was staring silently at the map.
"Enough." After an unknown amount of time, as the argument grew louder and louder, Ju Zi lightly tapped the table.
The noisy dispute immediately ceased.
Pair after pair of eyes turned toward Ju Zi, hoping she would settle the matter—would she agree or refuse?
Ju Zi looked at the opposing