Sword Qi, Blades Ringing

West Garden Street.

A contingent of iron cavalry blocked the street entrance.

After a day had passed, Jian Qingqiu donned his armor once more to meet Du Yunzhong. This time, however, he had come thoroughly prepared, bringing treasured artifacts, talismans, and formation-pattern masters with him. Before Yun Ruohai's incident, he had only needed to keep watch over Nalan Qiutong. Now, the Lord General could no longer spare attention for so much else, ordering the Black Armored Heavy Cavalry Camp to fully arm themselves and press into West Garden Street, ready to demand the man with an uncompromising stance.

Whether Du Yunzhong was willing or not, this man... had to be handed over!

"Du Yunzhong! Come out here!"

Jian Qingqiu rode at the forefront, standing outside West Garden Street as he called out in a deep voice, directly addressing him by name.

Further within lay the prison dungeon guarded by the Azure Camp.

Armored soldiers stood layer upon layer, their figures densely packed.

At this moment, Jian Qingqiu still retained the last shred of reason and had not completely lost control. Since the incident last night, his side had already given Chen Chong more than enough face!

So long as Chen Chong had been willing to release the man.

Or if Chen Chong had accepted the edict and headed south.

The situation... would never have become what it was now.

"The face that ought to have been given, the Lord General has already given. You have one hundred breaths left. If you are willing to release him, there is still room to turn this matter around—"

As Jian Qingqiu shouted his warning, he swept his gaze over the Azure Camp.

He did not see Du Yunzhong.

Clearly.

The other side had no intention of giving him any face at all.

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