Inside Yanmen Pass, Xiao Mo changed the dressing on his wounded arm in the city lord's residence.
Xiao Mo used only a few simple herbs, then wrapped the wound in clean white cloth.
"Brother Mo, shouldn't we bring you some spirit medicine?" Xiao Gui asked, unable to bear the sight.
"No need." Xiao Mo shook his head. "There isn't much spirit medicine or medicinal grass left in the army. Every bit we can spare for our brothers counts. My constitution is decent. I heal quickly."
After tying the white cloth tight, Xiao Mo rose. "Come on, let's head to the main hall. We can't keep our envoy from the Wei Kingdom waiting too long."
"Yes."
Xiao Gui followed Xiao Mo toward the main hall of the city lord's residence.
The Wei Kingdom's envoy was already waiting in the hall.
"I failed to come out and welcome you. Please forgive me, honored envoy."
Xiao Mo stepped forward and respectfully cupped his hands in salute.
"You're too courteous, General Xiao. You attend to ten thousand matters each day. It's only natural that you're busy," the Wei envoy, Meng Cang, said with a smile. "Are you ready to receive the imperial decree?"
"Of course." Xiao Mo nodded.
Meng Cang unfurled the imperial decree in his hands and read aloud, "Xiao Mo, receive the decree."
Xiao Mo bowed and cupped his hands. "Xiao Mo, your surrendered general, receives the decree!"
"The Frost King, Xiao Mo, possesses heaven-bestowed martial valor and divinely granted strategic wisdom. In civil affairs, he can weave the warp and weft of heaven and earth; in war, he can command the winds and clouds. Truly, he is a qilin or phoenix seldom seen in this world.
During the campaign against the Wei Kingdom, his battle beneath Frost Red City shook the