Time slowly slipped by as Si Peng made several rounds of deployments and arrangements.
This Fire Envoy understood the principle of planning before acting. He would never fight a battle he was not sure of winning. As for what contingencies he had prepared, even Meng Zhao and the others did not know.
Meng Zhao had long since made corresponding preparations as well. He had let go for the time being, handing command of the five thousand Danchi warriors to Hong Tianzheng, leaving him in charge to guard against unforeseen events.
Moreover, since he did not know when he would return from this trip, he had adjusted Madam Hong's body and tempered her qi and blood in advance, winning himself a measure of goodwill.
Likewise, Mo Li, arrogant by nature and greedy for power and wealth, had selectively allowed Hong Tianzheng to take over command of his troops. However, he did not trust Hong Tianzheng, so he had also arranged quite a few safeguards of his own.
But overall, Si Peng's people had made their preparations long ago and were merely waiting for news.
News from Su Hongtu did not take long to arrive either. On the fourth day after Si Peng met with Su Hongtu, he gathered several people and quietly left the Divine Might Army camp on a silent, deep night, heading to meet Su Hongtu...
Inside an elegant stone room, Xiang Qing had abandoned his usual Daoist attire. He wore a suit of soft azure armor that gleamed gently beneath the candlelight, lending him a hint of a martial general's dominance.
A long sword hung at his waist. Its wooden hilt looked ancient in design, while the scabbard gave off the fragrance of grass and trees.
His eyes were clear blue, flashing with sharp light. His skin was