777: The Snake's Gratitude [Please Vote]

"Gongxi Chou? Him again!"

Zhang He hadn't expected Gongxi Chou to show up at a time like this.

"Wasn't he with Kang Jishou?"

Yet now he was helping Chu Wu Hui lead them away. Could it be...

In an instant, countless clues linked together in his mind, and Shen Tang—Shen Youli—was the key to them all.

A martial general speculated, "That barbarian Gongxi Chou must have defected to Shen Youli and become her lackey, ruining our plans."

Zhang He took a deep breath, forcing down his agitation.

His trusted aides watched as Zhang He closed his eyes and pondered. Only after a long while did they cautiously approach, testing their lord's mood. "My lord, what should we do next? Gongxi Chou is escorting that National Seal now. I'm afraid it won't be easy to get our hands on it..."

Put simply, the cost outweighed the gain.

If Chu Yao hadn't had the National Seal and been escorting a load of grain and supplies that made people's mouths water, Zhang Yongqing wouldn't have risked offending Shen Tang by attacking Chu Yao's troops. Picking a fight with Shen Tang at this stage would only cost him men and supplies, all to make a wedding robe for someone else.

Whether they turned back to chase Chu Yao and seize the grain, or fought Gongxi Chou to the death for the National Seal, the risks outweighed the rewards.

Zhang He glared furiously in Gongxi Chou's direction, his chest seemingly brewing a fierce blaze with nowhere to vent.

His luck really was terrible.

He'd spent a great deal of effort driving Qian Yong to the brink of death, only for the National Seal to vanish without a trace. Qian Yong and his remnants had also disappeared, neither living nor dead. He'd swallowed two small factions