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Zhao Wumie held great prestige among the Eastern Jin imperial clan. Since he had personally spoken, even if Zhao Cenjiang was somewhat dissatisfied, he could only nod and agree.
Su Xin cupped his hands toward King Qinguang Mie and said, "I will remember King Qinguang's help this time. I will surely repay it someday."
In truth, Su Xin had not expected Eastern Jin to have fallen to such a state. They did not even have the resolve to fight Great Zhou.
Thus, if Zhao Wumie had not been here, Zhao Cenjiang would most likely have directly refused Su Xin's terms, unwilling to take the risk of making a move against Great Zhou.
This time, Su Xin had accepted a favor from Zhao Wumie. He would certainly have to find an opportunity to repay it in the future.
After settling matters with Eastern Jin, Su Xin immediately departed, preparing to return to the Northwest.
Great Zhou's forces were likely nearly done assembling. Su Xin's response, in truth, came down to only one word: endure!
He would endure until Great Zhou retreated in the face of difficulty, until Great Zhou no longer dared make a move against the Northwest.
Therefore, no matter how many experts Great Zhou sent this time, Su Xin could only withstand the first round head-on. If he could not even weather the first wave, then there would be no point in his Northwest territory continuing to exist.
Yet just as Su Xin left Eastern Jin, he sensed a strange fluctuation spreading around him.
"Come out! Stop playing tricks!"
Su Xin snorted coldly. At that moment, an unusual sound rang out, like Buddhist chants, yet mixed with an eerie, sinister quality that made one unable to resist becoming intoxicated