Wenzhong and Jiang Ziya Debate

Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa, along with the civil and military officials, had only just stepped down from the Investiture of Gods altar and had not even rested for a moment when an urgent dispatch from the front arrived at breakneck speed.

Wenzhong had personally led Yin Shang's main army to the borders of Western Qi, their troops already outside the city walls.

As the news spread, every civil and military official felt their hearts tighten, their faces stricken with alarm.

Even the usual gentleness in Ji Fa's eyes vanished, replaced by a grave solemnity.

All under heaven knew that Wenzhong had dominated battlefields for decades, victorious in a hundred wars throughout his life, never once tasting defeat.

Back when Yuan Futong of the North Sea rebelled, his power had soared to the heavens. He held one region in separatist rule, and his momentum had far surpassed that of present-day Western Qi. Yet relying solely on his prowess as a commander and his Tongtian-level cultivation, Wenzhong had spent fifteen years completely quelling the North Sea rebellion and sweeping away its source of calamity.

Faced with Grand Tutor Wen and his illustrious record, even Jiang Ziya, whose breast held strategies and schemes, could not help but feel a faint tension in his heart.

Yet that tension vanished in an instant. Jiang Ziya swiftly gathered his thoughts, and his expression returned to its composed steadiness.

He knew that Wenzhong's western expedition was destined. Sooner or later, they were bound to fight.

"Since Grand Tutor Wen has come from afar, we of Western Qi, as the hosts, must not neglect the rites of hospitality." Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and spoke calmly.

Ji Fa's mind settled somewhat at those words. He restrained his alarm, nodded with a smile, and said, "Royal Father is