The tent was so quiet that even a needle dropping to the ground would have been clearly heard.
Everyone wore a stunned expression, as if they couldn't believe those words had come from Wu Xian. But the person most shocked of all was the man they concerned.
The veins on his forehead bulged, his chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing, and at some point his eyes had become bloodshot. Like a wounded beast driven into a corner, he let out a desperate, mournful wail: "My lord—"
Wu Xian's body trembled.
Everyone came to their senses and began pleading on his behalf.
A fellow officer who was close to him, still wounded, stepped forward and knelt, clasping his hands with tears in his eyes. "My lord, you mustn't do this!"
His action seemed to flip a switch.
One person after another stepped forward.
"Demao has always been loyal to you. He only lost his head and made a terrible mistake because of you. If my lord truly intends to pursue this, then please punish me for failing to keep him in check." The person speaking this time was a heavyweight. Wu Xian had six brave and battle-hardened Martial Gall Warriors under his command, known together as the Six Valiant Generals. Zhao Feng had left, and two others had died in this battle. Now only three remained.
The speaker was one of those three.
He was also the one who had clashed most with Zhao Feng.
The man who had killed Zhao Feng's subordinate was his wife's younger brother.
His brother-in-law had been a spoiled brat when he was young, only outgrowing his unruly ways after turning twenty. As his brother-in-law, the general had naturally been pleased to see it. And with the two families entangled in other interests, he