Having repelled Chong Houhu today seemed like a triumphant release, but in truth, it had completely driven the Su Family onto a dead end.
In King Zhou's fury, he would surely mobilize the armies of the entire realm to besiege them. When that time came, Jizhou would become a sea of flames, with not a blade of grass left standing.
Su Hu slowly tightened his grip on the Fire Dragon Spear, his knuckles turning white.
"We can't stay any longer."
He muttered in a low, resolute voice.
While Chong Houhu had suffered a crushing defeat and Zhaoge had yet to react, the Su Family had to abandon Jizhou at once and relocate the entire clan to Xiqi—only there was their sole path to survival.
The wind whipped the battle banners, making them howl.
Su Hu stood atop the city wall. Though he had just won a great victory, he carried an air of desperate heaviness and sorrow.
But before Su Hu could give the order for the entire clan to relocate, a messenger from Xiqi hurried into Jicheng and presented a letter personally written by the Marquis of the West, Ji Chang.
Everyone immediately fell silent, believing that Xiqi had come either to send reinforcements or deliver an alliance pact to resist Great Shang together.
Su Hu opened the letter. Its calligraphy was gentle and refined. First, it lavishly praised his loyal and righteous act of defying power and angrily rebuking the foolish ruler, its words filled with admiration and regret, warming the hearts of the Su Family.
Yet as he read line after line, the color gradually drained from Su Hu's face. His brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and even the fingers clutching the letter began to tremble.
At the end of the letter, Ji Chang's brush took a