The central command tent of Xiqi was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere inside was abnormally gloomy and oppressive.
Jiang Ziya sat upright in the main seat, his brows tightly locked, his heart filled with exhaustion and confusion.
In today's battle, Yin Shang had produced, as if from thin air, an incomparably powerful Second Prince—Yin Hong.
Relying on his strength alone and a single Innate Spiritual Treasure, he had swept through the generals of the Zhou camp, forcibly halting the crushing offensive Xiqi had maintained for days and bringing a favorable battle situation to a sudden standstill.
Doubts weighed heavily on Jiang Ziya's mind. He immediately passed down orders, summoning Nezha, Yang Jian, Jinzha, Muzha, and the other Chan Sect disciples to gather in the tent and discuss the matter together.
Once everyone had arrived, Jiang Ziya slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of grave incomprehension:
"Fellow disciples, the man Yin Shang sent out before the formation today was King Zhou's second son—Yin Hong.
Do you know under which immortal elder of our Chan Sect this Second Prince entered as a disciple?"
At these words, everyone in the tent showed a slight change of expression.
Jiang Ziya continued, voicing the confusion in his heart: "In the past, I only vaguely heard that two Senior Martial Brothers of the Chan Sect once descended the mountain, intending to convert the two princes, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, and bring them into the sect to cultivate.
But the rumors were vague and unclear, and I never knew exactly which Daoist Brothers they were.
Yet judging from Yin Hong's actions today, he resides in the Shang Camp and stands as an enemy of my Xiqi. This old man truly feels weary and baffled.
Why is it that the disciples converted and taught by our