Nezha, Kong Xuan

Chaoge, the rear garden of the royal palace.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell quietly over the pavilions and towers. Flowers bloomed all around, their faint fragrance drifting through the air. It was completely different from the grim, oppressive atmosphere of the Nine Chamber Hall during the day.

Jiang Ziya stood outside a pavilion in a plain Daoist robe, yet his heart was far from as peaceful as the scenery before him.

He had already mobilized every soldier and horse that could be gathered throughout the Great Shang Dynasty and carefully selected the best generals from every route. All that remained was tomorrow morning.

The troops would then split into three armies and head for the three major battlefields to the west, south, and north, where they would confront the six hundred rebellious feudal lords.

Everything was ready. All that remained was to set out.

Yet at this critical moment, The King had suddenly issued an order summoning him to the palace. Jiang Ziya could not understand it no matter how much he thought about it.

The army was about to depart. What could be more important than military intelligence? Could The King have made some new arrangement concerning the campaign strategy?

As he pondered this, Di Xin's calm voice came from inside the pavilion.

"Minister, come in and sit."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Jiang Ziya gathered his thoughts and walked into the pavilion.

Di Xin was not wearing his kingly robes. He was dressed in ordinary black casual clothes and was leisurely savoring a cup of tea.

Standing behind him was a young battle general in red robes. His features were handsome and proud, and an unruly air that could barely be restrained showed between his brows. He casually spun a Universe Ring in his hand.

It was Nezha.