Master Gou puffed on his pipe and said, "I've accepted dying like this, but why did you say I eat five dou of grain a day? Do I look like a glutton?"
"Haha, don't take it to heart. I'm still the Iron Hammer Divine Doctor... We're making up identities, and this version is more convincing. People in this era believe in that sort of thing. If you eat a lot, you're naturally powerful. The reason you weren't famous before was that you couldn't afford enough food," Jiang Long said.
Mo Qiong also laughed. "That's about enough. It's my turn to die. Once I'm dead, Jiang Long, you can die too. Without the Three Divine Generals, anyone who still insists on resisting the Yuan won't be opportunists. If they want to rebel, let them. After all, in the Great Yuan's decades of rule, there hasn't been a single year without rebellion."
"Master Gou, don't be anxious. I'm coming to accompany you!"
Master Gou asked, "How are you going to die?"
"By being killed by the Mongol Army, of course. When Jiang Cheng goes to court, he'll have all the officials summon me back to Diaoyu City. The rest is..." Mo Qiong said.
The next day, in a small city in Shu, a blacksmith reported to Yuan officials, claiming that he was an Embroidered Uniform Guard agent and knew that tomorrow, the Song Army's Divine General Mo Qiong would secretly return to Diaoyu City from outside its western mountain.
The Yuan officials were greatly alarmed and hurriedly informed A'shu, who was stationed outside Diaoyu City.
A'shu summoned the traitor, questioned him thoroughly about Mo Qiong's whereabouts, gave him a minor official position, and rewarded him with a thousand pieces of gold.
As the Mongol Army's commander in chief, A'shu regarded Mo Qiong