Zhongzhou City. The City Lord's Mansion's small courtyard.
An old man in black robes stood beneath the withered grapevines, tilting his face up toward the red clouds in the sky as he let out a heavy sigh.
Bang!
The courtyard gate was thrown open with a heavy crash.
Xu Da strode in wearing heavy armor and said urgently, "General, the Devil Race has invaded!"
In all of Zhongzhou City, only Xu Da knew of the old man's existence, and only he could make it here. Thus, he had to come personally to deliver this shocking news to the old man.
Of course, there was one exception: Yan Xiangma.
That was why Yan Xiangma had followed close behind him to meet the old man.
"I know." The old man's gaze remained fixed on the roiling red clouds in the sky. "When the red clouds appear, catastrophe follows. I suppose those Three-Eyed Demon Race members have broken through the barrier?"
"General, what do we do now?" Xu Da asked. At a time when the two armies were locked in a fierce battle, the Three-Eyed Demon Race had invaded. Should they continue fighting? How were they supposed to fight? None of these were decisions that he, the nominal marshal, could make. The one who could decide the fate of the entire Western Wind Nation was this seemingly ordinary old man.
Lu Xingkong did not answer Xu Da's question. Instead, he turned to Yan Xiangma and asked, "Have you been in contact with him?"
"What?" Yan Xiangma's expression froze slightly. "You mean Li Mu Yang?"
"Who else could I mean?"
"We haven't contacted each other in a long time," Yan Xiangma said. "But I did meet Li Sinian recently. To be precise, the reason I'm still alive is because Li Sinian saved me."
"You're