Inside Western Qi's central command tent, news that Huang Feihu and his son had both been captured threw everyone into a panic, leaving the entire tent filled with anxiety.
Unable to contain his fighting spirit, Nezha strode forward and cupped his hands in salute. "Martial Uncle! Let this disciple go into battle! I will surely capture that enemy general alive and rescue King Wu Cheng and his son!"
Jiang Ziya shook his head slightly, his expression grave, and did not agree.
"The enemy's methods this time are exceedingly strange. That little bell he carries is sinister and unfathomable. Before we understand its true nature, we must not rashly go into battle, lest we repeat the same mistake."
Nezha was still unwilling to accept this, his brows tightly furrowed. "Are we simply going to stand by and watch King Wu Cheng remain trapped in the enemy camp?"
Just as the atmosphere in the tent grew tense, two familiar voices sounded from outside.
"Everyone, we have returned!"
Everyone looked up at the sound and saw Huang Feihu and his son entering the tent safely, their bodies intact and uninjured.
The civil and military officials in the tent were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.
Nezha stepped forward first, looking utterly confused. "You were clearly captured alive by that cultivator. How did you return unharmed? Did you find a chance to escape?"
Huang Feihu sighed softly and explained, "We did not escape on our own. Yin Jiao released the two of us."
As soon as those words fell, Yin Hong's face lit up with joy, hope shining in his eyes as he hurriedly asked, "Was it my elder brother Yin Jiao who released you? Has he truly come down from the mountain? Where is he now?"
After speaking, he immediately turned around,