Master Yang, Cut Off His Escape Route

Ji Wuhou was a Mahayana Stage cultivator with formidable cultivation, and he held one of the four seats among Xiang Wu's strongest.

He came from a cultivation family, while his mother was a princess of the Xiang Wu royal family. From childhood, he had gone back and forth between his clan and the imperial household, developing a talent for getting along with everyone. He was a standard peacemaker.

Under ordinary circumstances, whenever the other three Mahayana Stage cultivators started fighting, he would be the one to jump out and shout a few words.

"Hey, stop fighting, you two!"

To be fair, people like this were rather annoying. But Yang Dian, one of the parties involved, thought highly of him, because given Xiang Wu's national circumstances, there had to be a peacemaker with enough weight to command respect.

Ji Wuhou was strong enough, and he possessed the Royal Bloodline. As a peacemaker, he was the most suitable person for the job.

Shangyao City, the Ji family residence.

After Yang Dian pleaded bitterly, Lu Bei finally agreed. Yang Dian entered the Ji family estate alone and met Ji Wuhou in the family's secret realm.

He was a slightly thin, middle-aged man, refined and mild-mannered. Upon hearing that Yang Dian had arrived, he hurriedly ended his secluded meditation, took off his shoes, and came out barefoot to greet him.

"Brother Yang, what wind blew today to send the leader of Hualong Pavilion to my humble residence?" Ji Wuhou laughed heartily, ordering his people to prepare wine so he could drink until his guts were torn apart with his close friend.

Yang Dian wore a deeply troubled expression. Cutting straight to the point, he said, "The wine in your home is excellent, dear brother, but unfortunately, your elder brother has no fortune to enjoy