Chaos, Complete Chaos

Just when the civil and military officials filling the hall were at their wits' end, a voice suddenly came from outside. "I happen to know a fellow cultivator from the Jie Sect. Perhaps he can save King Wu."

At the sound of it, all the officials in the hall lifted their heads as one. The gloom of near despair in their eyes was instantly lit up, and everyone revealed excited, joyful expressions.

Following the voice, they saw the palace doors slowly open as two figures strode inside.

Travel-worn and dusty, they were none other than Huang Feihu and his son Huang Tianhua, returned from Purple Sun Cave on Clear Breeze Mountain.

"It's King Wu Cheng! King Wu Cheng has returned!"

The civil and military officials all breathed a sigh of relief and spoke up in succession.

Jiang Ziya's brows relaxed as well. He hurried forward and said delightedly, "King Wu Cheng and his son have returned safely. Heaven truly aids our Western Qi!"

Huang Feihu cupped his hands in return. Sweeping his gaze across the solemn, oppressive crowd in the hall, he said seriously, "I heard the discussion in the hall just now from outside. Though many disciples of the Jie Sect serve Yin Shang, ever since King Zhou profaned the sacred images, destroyed the Dao, and scorned the immortals, many Jie Sect disciples have long since grown disheartened and estranged themselves from the Shang court."

"When I guarded the border in my early years, I formed a friendship with an accomplished master of the Jie Sect. His cultivation is profound, and he is particularly skilled in formations and restrictions. He also greatly despises King Zhou's lawless act of destroying the images. If we ask him to act, there may yet be a chance to break this deadlock."

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