An Emperor Not Yet a Month Old

A Violet Mansion Cultivator flew his sword from the eastern foothills of Fulóng Mountain toward Nanli Mountain.

Outside the grand formation, he called inside, "Senior members of the Zhao Lineage stationed at Nanli Mountain, I have come on the Song Emperor's orders to discuss a matter with you. I ask that you let me in."

Zhao Lingyan did not let him enter, instead sending a Zhao Lineage Violet Mansion Cultivator outside the formation to speak with him.

The Zhao Emperor was leading Wang Daoyuan and the others in intercepting several flying boats along the border between Myriad Spirit Commandery and Wucheng Commandery.

He suddenly received a message informing him that Song Yan wished to negotiate peace.

After capturing the flying boats, they took all the supplies and left no survivors.

The Zhao Emperor took out the communication jade talisman and asked, "Song Yan has sent someone to Nanli Mountain to discuss peace. What do you all think?"

Outsiders were not well suited to voice opinions on such a major matter, so Wang Daoyuan and the others remained silent.

Zhao Jingguo smiled. "It seems our methods worked. These past twenty-odd days were not in vain—we must have truly hurt Song Yan.

"In this minister's opinion, we should talk first.

"We have already seized quite a lot of supplies over these twenty-odd days.

"We can return and recuperate for now. If negotiations fail, we can come back and loot more.

"That will keep us from pushing Song Yan into a corner and making him summon a few more Golden Cores to fight us to the death.

"Those few little hills south of Fulóng Mountain are hardly any obstacle to us."

Now that the Zhao Lineage members had spoken, the others naturally echoed their agreement.

After all, penetrating deep behind enemy lines meant