Ten li north of Panyu City, Lin Mo's camp.
The Central Army's main tent was brightly lit.
Lin Mo leaned back against his chair, one leg crossed over the other, noisily crunching on an apple in his hand.
The tent flap lifted, and Lin Yi entered. He cupped his fists in salute. "Lord, he's here."
Lin Mo set down the apple and wiped his hands. "Show him in."
The tent flap lifted again, and Huang Chao entered.
His face was old and haggard, utterly unlike before. He wore coarse hemp clothes, his hair hung loose, and his face was covered in dust, yet his back remained perfectly straight.
Zhu Wen and twelve Military Generals followed behind him, every one of them wounded.
Lin Yi raised a hand to stop Zhu Wen and the others. "My lord will see only the Yellow King."
Zhu Wen's expression changed, and he was about to speak when Huang Chao raised a hand to stop him. "Wait outside."
Zhu Wen gritted his teeth and led the Military Generals out of the tent.
Huang Chao walked up to Lin Mo and cupped his fists. "Loyal Valor Earl, I have long admired your name."
Lin Mo pointed to a seat nearby. "Yellow King, please sit."
Huang Chao took his seat, his gaze sweeping across the tent.
The furnishings were simple: a campaign table, several chairs, and a map spread across the table.
A man stood beside the campaign table, fair-faced and beardless, dressed in a purple brocade robe with a whisk draped over one arm, watching him with a smiling expression.
Several young Eunuchs, likewise fair-faced and beardless, stood behind him.
"Yellow King, the journey must have been arduous." Lin Mo lifted his teacup and took a sip.
Huang Chao looked at him. "May I ask why