The Fall of Eastern Ridge Kingdom, Mid-stage Divine Mansion!

Late at night.

A figure quietly appeared outside the central command tent of the army besieging the city.

The figure wore an unremarkable gray robe and a bamboo hat. His head was lowered, hiding his face, and his aura was so faint he seemed like a ghost moving through the night.

"Grand Elder."

The figure bowed, his voice low and respectful.

Li Xuantong's gentle voice came from inside the tent. "Come in."

The figure lifted the heavy tent flap and entered.

The lamplight inside flickered.

The figure removed his hat.

An aged face came into view.

If Wutu Jie and the others had been there, their jaws would have dropped.

For this man was none other than the elder of the Xuan Wolf Tribe.

The elder dropped to his knees with a thud and pressed his forehead to the ground. "Xuan Langjin of the Eastern Ridge Barbarians pays his respects to the Grand Elder."

Li Xuantong, seated at the head of the tent, laughed.

He rose, walked over to the kneeling elder, and bent down to help him up.

"Xuan Wolf, get up! Don't sell yourself short. You're no barbarian—you're a great benefactor of the Li Family."

At those words, excitement lit Xuan Langjin's clouded eyes.

"I only did what I should."

Xuan Langjin struggled to contain his excitement.

After helping him up, Li Xuantong returned to his seat.

Several years earlier, the Li Family had bought Xuan Langjin's loyalty with lavish gifts, making him their highest-ranking covert agent in Eastern Ridge Kingdom.

They had two other agents of that rank.

Neither, however, had proved nearly as useful as Xuan Langjin.

"Xuan Wolf, without you, the Li Family might never have taken Yun Tian Pass so easily. Now you've persuaded the tribes of Eastern Ridge to surrender. You deserve the