Chaoge, outside the city walls
Dusk was blood-red as the setting sun sank in the west.
Before Sishui Pass, the two armies faced each other.
The Shang army's camp stretched for miles, its banners blotting out the sky.
Wen Zhong stood before the camp gate, divine light faintly glimmering in his three eyes.
He gazed at the Western Qi camp in the distance, at Jiang Ziya's command banner, his expression grave.
Western Qi had an army of a hundred thousand, with Jiang Ziya as commander.
The Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals could strike at any time.
Yet on the Shang army's side, only he was a Daluo Golden Immortal.
The other generals were merely Golden Immortals and Taiyi.
How could they withstand the Chan Sect?
"Grand Preceptor."
A voice came from behind him.
Wen Zhong turned around.
A figure emerged from the tent, dressed in a dark blue-black Daoist robe, with a sinister face.
Shen Gongbao.
Wen Zhong looked at him, his three eyes narrowing slightly.
"Shen Gongbao, why have you come to Sishui Pass instead of going to Chaoge?"
Shen Gongbao smiled faintly. The smile was slight, yet it carried the knowing air of one who had seen through the ways of the world.
"Grand Preceptor, this Poor Daoist has come to assist you."
"Western Qi has Chan Sect Golden Immortals, but the Shang Dynasty also has Interception Sect Followers."
"Grand Preceptor need not worry."
Wen Zhong fell silent.
He looked at Shen Gongbao, at that sinister yet seemingly sincere face, thoughts racing through his mind.
Though this man had joined the Interception Sect, he was ultimately a Chan Sect traitor.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate hated him to the bone, and the Chan Sect's Golden Immortals regarded him as an enemy.
Had he come to Sishui Pass to sincerely aid