Burning the City

Nezha carefully described the Purple-Gold Flower Fox Marten's appearance and bizarre Divine Ability. After Jiang Ziya heard it all, his brows suddenly knotted tight, his expression dark and still as water.

"So that's it. The Four Generals of the Mo Family from Jiameng Pass have arrived."

He had heard of the Four Generals of the Mo Family's fearsome reputation. He knew trouble had truly come.

A heavy worry surged into his heart, yet for the moment, he could find no way to break the deadlock.

This time, Western Qi had truly met its ordeal.

Meanwhile, inside the central command tent of the Yin Shang army, the atmosphere was oppressive and grave.

Wenzhong sat at the head seat, his face livid, his heavy gaze fixed on Li Jing below. His voice carried a sharp chill as he demanded, "Li Jing, your three sons trespassed into the camp tonight and nearly spirited away an important prisoner. Shouldn't you give this Grand Preceptor an explanation?"

Li Jing was consumed by guilt and dared not offer the slightest excuse. He immediately dropped to both knees and respectfully pleaded guilty. "This general failed to discipline his sons and allowed those rebellious sons to collude with the enemy camp, nearly ruining military affairs. I am willing to accept any punishment!"

Seeing him confess so frankly without shifting blame, Wenzhong could not press him too harshly despite his deep displeasure. He could only wave a hand helplessly. "Enough. Rise and withdraw."

Li Jing rose and took his leave. As he turned, his gaze quietly swept over the Four Generals of the Mo Family standing side by side inside the tent, and a deep trace of confusion flashed through his eyes.

The auras of those four were fierce, their foundations profound. They were certainly no ordinary frontier generals.