"No! He's only Upper Sixth Rank! If he approaches the Fire Flood Dragon's corpse without permission, that strange power will surely corrode him to nothing!"
Zhao Zheng's expression was solemn. "As you said earlier, Senior, our Zhao State has no feud with the Great Dream Dynasty.
"Yang Ling is a prodigy of our Zhao State's Iron Clothes Department, a sixth-rank official. We cannot allow him to be treated as cannon fodder and die unjustly here!"
Zhao Yuan drew a deep breath. "Fourth Brother is absolutely right. Please do not cause a misunderstanding between our two countries over this, Senior!"
Zhao Qi said, "Senior, you have so many Fifth Ranks under your command. Why must you send a Sixth Rank from our Zhao State to his death?
"Has the Great Dream Dynasty already prepared to wage war against our Zhao State?"
He Tongchen, Jieshu, and the others said nothing.
Some of the veteran Sixth Ranks from Zhao State who had accompanied them secretly broke into a cold sweat.
They were not princes and viewed things from a different standpoint. They did not quite understand why Zhao Zheng and the other two were reacting so strongly.
At a time like this, backing down and tacitly accepting it was, in fact, the best choice, bar none!
Yang Ling only regretted that he had not mastered voice transmission. But even if he had, he would not have dared use it lightly before a Third-Rank Grandmaster.
Qi Chunqiu and the other Fourth-Rank Grandmasters narrowed their eyes, looking Zhao Zheng and the other two up and down.
The woman's expression was calm. "Pacify the Rong King, would you willingly provoke a Third-Rank Grandmaster's wrath at a time like this over a mere Sixth-Rank constable?"
Zhao Zheng drew a deep breath. Fear and unease filled his eyes,