Zhou Lang Sees Through the Self-Inflicted Wound Ruse, White Robe Retreats from Donghan Lake

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

Sima Yao was escorted back onto the central command ship by Wei Xuan, Zhao Kang, and the others.

"What's this?"

King Yan Cao Zhi, the military supervisor who normally paid no heed to military affairs, heard the commotion and came out wearing a cloak. Yawning as he looked at the tightly bound Sima Yao, he said, "Well, if it isn't General Sima. What happened here?"

"Your Highness King Yan!"

Zhao Kang clasped his fists and said, "Sima Yao privately mobilized troops without the commander's orders. Scouts along the way discovered him, and we rushed over in time to stop him."

"Still because of Ziwu Valley?"

Cao Zhi shook his head. "General Sima, honestly, what are you in such a hurry for?"

"The commander has arrived!"

"Greetings, Commander!"

Before long.

Chen Sanshi, dressed in white robes, came onto the deck.

"Sima Yao, kneel!"

Zhao Kang barked.

"Kneel?!"

Sima Yao raged, "Don't push your luck! If not for the sake of having lived and died together with you all, and not wanting to take your lives, did you really think these worthless chains could bind me? And now you want this old man to kneel?!"

"Kneel, General Sima."

Cao Zhi advised, "Must you force the others to make a move?"

"General Sima."

A jade-green staff appeared in Song Guizhi's hand. "The army has its rules. Forgive me."

Bang—

The moment she finished speaking.

Wind-walking true force surged forth, and her staff came down, forcibly knocking Sima Yao to his knees.

"Commander!"

Zhao Kang gave a detailed account of what had happened earlier, then clasped his fists and requested, "Commander, how should this man be dealt with?"

"He defied military orders. How else should he be dealt with?"

Chen Sanshi said lightly,