Above Chentang Pass, the atmosphere had become bizarre to the extreme.
Zhao Gongming's outrageously professional Project Proposal was like an invisible barrier, completely shutting out Wen Zhong's domineering aura and Jiang Ziya's pronouncements of destiny.
Wen Zhong held the Jade Slip in his hands, the divine eye on his forehead opening and closing uncertainly. For the first time, this Great Shang Grand Tutor, hardened by countless battles, felt unfamiliar with the battlefield.
He had spent his life in war, skilled at commanding armies and crushing all methods with sheer force.
Yet what this Interception Sect junior uncle had handed him was not a declaration of war, but three Service Packages at different price points.
How was he supposed to answer this battle?
On the other side, Jiang Ziya felt even more stifled.
He held the Investiture of the Gods and bore the mandate of destiny. He should have been at the center of this great calamity.
Yet after he had passionately shouted about "the mandate of Heaven" for so long, the other side had asked him which plan he wanted and whether his budget was sufficient.
It felt like an emperor preparing to ascend the throne, only to be relentlessly questioned by the Vice Minister of Works about when the palace renovation funds would be approved.
Before detailed budget plans, destiny seemed so cheap.
"Ahem."
Wen Zhong was, after all, an old hand. He put away the Jade Slip and spoke in a deep voice, trying to pull the initiative back into his own hands.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao's proposal will be brought back to Chaoge and presented to my king."
"However, Great Shang thirsts for talent. Should any fellow Daoist be willing to join our court, even the position of Grand Tutor may be discussed! This promise still stands!"
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