First Hall Master's words appeared to place every choice in Qin Jiuge's hands, but in truth, they had cut off every avenue of retreat for him.
The Qin Family army had gathered in the Yao Realm, and every faction was watching the Qin Family's movements. If he, the Divine Son, insisted on leaving, would that not make him a coward fleeing before battle?
Where would the Qin Family's dignity be left then?
How would those subordinate forces, Holy Lands, and Imperial Clans view the Qin Family?
By then, Qin Jiuge would not only gain no benefit at all, but would also bear the infamy of being "willful and reckless, heedless of the bigger picture."
Those two old geezers had calculated everything without a single drop of leakage.
"Got it."
Qin Jiuge gritted his teeth and spat out those three words irritably. The grievance in his tone was practically overflowing. He could not help muttering a curse under his breath, then shot the two Old Foxes before him a vicious glare. Only then did he angrily flick his sleeve, turn, and leave.
His footsteps struck the ground with the force of venting his frustration.
So what if he was the Qin Family Divine Son?
Was he not still being thoroughly outmaneuvered by these two old geezers, without even the slightest room to resist?
He truly amounted to nothing at all. Walking through the empty corridor, Qin Jiuge grew more stifled the more he thought about it, feeling as though he might be the most miserable person in the world.
"Well said."
"I truly never expected that one day, you and I would actually cooperate."
In the far eastern lands, at the Purple-Clothed County Marquis's Residence, the King of Zhenbei arrived with a large force.
Yet things were not as most people