He Xin had already given up on the idea of going to Si Peng and asking him to invite Lu Yang back. It was simply impossible.
So he could only accept reality and think of a way to ease Xiang Qing's fury, leaving himself some room to retreat...
Meanwhile, Meng Zhao led four personal guards behind Si Peng, making their way deeper into the main camp.
As they went farther in, the facilities grew increasingly complete: a small dining hall for meals, long rows of washbasins piled from mountain stones, and so on.
Some areas had even moved beyond simply housing people in tents. Quite a few crude wooden houses had been built instead. People came and went, yet everything remained orderly, somewhat resembling the Dan Chi Clan's territory.
As they walked, Si Peng took the opportunity to introduce Meng Zhao to the Divine Might Army. This was precisely what Meng Zhao most wanted to know at present. The information was not extensive, but it eased his most pressing need.
First, according to Si Peng, the Divine Might Army had only been established thanks to the five Holy Envoys running about and exerting themselves behind the scenes. Thus, they could be considered founding veterans. Though they could not directly command the army, they still wielded considerable influence over the Divine Might Army.
Furthermore, several powers supported the Divine Might Army from behind the scenes, so its resources never ran dry. Weapons, clothing, daily provisions, cultivation resources—nothing was lacking. Only then could it gradually be forged into an elite force capable of battle.
Si Peng did not reveal which powers they were, citing secrecy. Yet judging from the pride in his brows, there was certainly more than one, and they were likely immensely powerful.
At the same time, he revealed to