Zhu Xian heard Li Sifeng's words, and the smile vanished from his face. His brows knitted tightly. He wasn't the only one; his civil and military officials looked just as grim.
The three great warlords held sway over six provinces. Everyone under heaven had been waiting for an earth-shaking battle, only for them to call it off. The news was hard for anyone to accept.
After several decades of rule, Great Li had already ingrained the idea of unification in people's hearts.
For minor warlords like them, this was no good news either. Once the three great warlords made peace, they would surely turn their attention to the rest.
Bang!
One of Zhu Xian's fierce generals slammed the table and roared, "Cai Shao, Liu Lin, Pei Zhangzhi—every last one of them is a coward! A worthless ruler!"
His outburst immediately drew agreement from the others. Curses rang out one after another, and the great hall descended into a commotion.
Li Yang's second uncle, Li Da, was seated beside Li Sifeng. He rose to his feet, drawing everyone's attention.
The Linchuan Li Clan was renowned throughout the land. Even in these chaotic times, no one could afford to ignore them.
Zhu Xian looked at Li Da as well. They had known each other before the land fell into chaos. Back then, Li Da had stood high above him, while Zhu Xian had been no more than a nobody.
"Since everyone agrees these three are worthless rulers, why don't the Zhu and Li families join forces and defeat them one by one, sweeping across the land? Those three are bound to be complacent and won't come to one another's aid. This is our perfect opportunity!"
Li Da spoke with ringing conviction, voicing what everyone present had been thinking.
The two sides had