True Method I

Lu Sheng sat down again, feeling that this empire truly was beyond saving.

It was like an old man already afflicted with stubborn, grave illnesses, then seized by several burly men wielding hammers and smashed about wildly.

Even if he did not die, he would only have half a breath left.

"Where is Divine Martial General Zhu Chengguo now?" He took a deep breath and asked again.

"Divine Martial General is still in the north suppressing the Zhao Yi Tribe. News of the Zhao Yi King's death in battle has just arrived," Mi Gong said, shaking his head slightly. "But if he is to return, I fear it will take at least twenty days."

That was under the condition that the Soul General traveled in a specially made carriage.

"When the sky falls, there are towering men to hold it up. Never mind that for now—have there been any tidings from Master Wuyou Zi?" After calming down, Lu Sheng swiftly turned back to the crucial matter.

"We have observed Wuyou Zi sending carrier pigeons back, but as for what response there has been, I cannot say," Mi Gong replied, shaking his head faintly.

With no news, Lu Sheng could only wait. He waved Mi Gong out, then sat down by himself once more.

Time waited for no one. It was no wonder he was so anxious; this karmic fate involved saving the entire empire. The situation was too vast. Even Lu Sheng did not dare claim he had any certainty.

The city where Moon King Manor was located was a medium-sized city called Di Xuan. Six fortresses stood around Di Xuan, all heavily garrisoned.

Over the following days, Lu Sheng inspected the soldiers in the fortresses everywhere, yet found nothing unusual about them. They were no different from ordinary soldiers.