The New Commander

When he saw that more people were standing on the Dragon King's side, Shangguan Fei let out a heavy sigh of relief. He also felt that making it all the way to the tent entrance had been an astounding feat, especially with two people behind him.

"Advisor, Monk, don't be afraid. I'll protect you." Shangguan Fei raised his voice, finding an excuse for not being on the front line.

Lian Qing didn't reply. He sat on the ground with his head bowed in thought. Ever since he'd seen the Dragon King defeat his opponent with the Non-Form Prajna Palm, he'd held this pose. If it weren't for his tightly furrowed brow, he might have looked like a monk deep in meditation.

Fang Wenshi didn't speak either. With his hands clasped behind his back, he frowned just as deeply and occasionally glanced outside.

Shangguan Fei soon stopped worrying about the safety of the two men inside. The situation outside grew more and more tense. The two rings of Imperial Guards taunted each other with increasing hostility, and at any moment, they could go from trading insults to crossing blades.

As if the scene weren't chaotic enough, another group came running over. They were the guards and personal attendants of senior officers, hundreds of them all told, shouting that they had come to arrest the fugitives and bring them to justice. But they couldn't break through the cordon formed by the outer ring of soldiers, and they didn't dare force their way in.

Fang Wenshi decided the time had come. He strode out of the tent, startling Shangguan Fei, who was standing by the entrance. Then he walked straight between the Dragon King and Shangguan Ru, nodded to the Dragon King, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted himself hoarse, "Everyone,