Chong City Falls

Inside the main command tent, Jiang Ziya rose with a smile to greet the burly figure striding in with his head held high:

"Lord Cao, what you have done today is a wise decision that follows the Heavenly Dao and preserves the common people."

Chong Heihu let out a heavy sigh. His brows were clouded with inextricable complexity and helplessness as he cupped his hands and pleaded earnestly:

"Grand Preceptor Jiang, Heihu asks for nothing else. Once Chong City falls, I only hope my elder brother may be spared."

At those words, Jiang Ziya hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly.

Chong Houhu had guarded the northern lands for many years, cruel and lawless, slaughtering the people and piling evil upon evil. Every single one of his deeds was a capital crime, and Jiang Ziya had no intention of letting him off lightly.

Yet he did not refuse outright. Instead, he turned to look at Ji Chang, who was forcing himself to endure beside the couch, leaving the decision in his hands.

Having suffered the backlash of the yin curse for days on end, Ji Chang remained frail and weak, his face bloodless. Hearing Chong Heihu's request, he still struggled to open his eyes. His breath was slow, but his tone was exceptionally solemn:

"Rest assured, Lord Cao. I swear here and now: so long as the Northern Marquis surrenders without resistance and behaves himself, I will ensure his life is safe."

With Ji Chang's personal promise, the great stone hanging over Chong Heihu's heart finally dropped, and his tense shoulders quietly loosened.

With Ji Chang's word as guarantee, his elder brother's life was finally preserved.

Jiang Ziya sighed inwardly. He knew Ji Chang had always been benevolent; mindful of the old ties between the feudal lords, he ultimately could not bear