He looked around at his colleagues in astonishment, only then realizing that it was not because they were too weak. Those seemingly slender branches were actually tougher than divine weapons.
No wonder none of his colleagues had managed to break free once they were bound.
Only after experiencing it himself did he understand. He really could not blame his colleagues—he could not break free either.
Fine, there was no need to agonize over any choices now. All that remained was to see when His Majesty would come rescue them.
The general was remarkably broad-minded as he simply lay down.
Meanwhile, the spies watching from nearby became very busy.
This was Great Feng's capital, after all. Thousands of Great Feng soldiers had either been frozen or tied up within the capital. If this was not handled properly, Great Feng would lose all face.
This involved high-ranking cultivators—two of them, no less. On one side was Emperor Yuanjing's dignity, and on the other were two high-ranking cultivators. What a headache.
They hurriedly sent news of this matter back to the powers behind them.
For a time, every means of communication was deployed: carrier pigeons, flying swords bearing messages, voice-transmitting talismans, and more. There were only methods people could not think of, not methods these people could not use.
The various factions that received the news did not rush to act. Everyone was waiting to see how Emperor Yuanjing in the palace would handle this, and whether he could subdue those madmen.
If he could not, the world would descend into chaos. Both within and beyond Great Feng, everyone would start moving.
As for Emperor Yuanjing's original plan to summon the Golden Gong Nightwatchers to deal with this group, Wei Yuan blocked it outright.
Using the excuse that the Golden Gongs were all