Baili Changkong's previous promise to Su Xin had been that they would nominally submit to him and join the ranks of his Northwest Circuit Military Governor's Mansion, while all the remaining territory of the Murong Clan and the tribes that had attached themselves to them would belong to Su Xin.
Previously, under pressure from the Murong Clan, they had agreed decisively enough. But now that they thought about it, their hearts ached.
Nominally submitting to Su Xin was nothing much. Everyone in the Northwest Circuit knew it was merely a temporary expedient. It was only a reputation, after all—consider it a gift to Su Xin so he could claim credit before the Imperial Court.
But the lands of the Murong Clan and the tribes that had submitted to them amounted to a full third of the Northwest Circuit. Handing all those places to Su Xin truly pained them, and they could not bear to part with them.
Su Xin saw this as well, so his attitude became incomparably forceful.
Cai Sanyuan and the other two stepped forward, while the Dark Guard and Northwest Army martial artists under Su Xin also emerged, directly surrounding the entire group.
They had not fought earlier. Compared with the Northwest tribes, whose strength was nearly exhausted, these men were plainly far more imposing.
Baili Changkong and the others looked exceedingly grim. They had already suffered grievous losses—how could they possibly clash with Su Xin now?
Thus, Baili Changkong and the others could only force out awkward smiles. "Lord Su, there is no need to rush. Once we return, we will immediately announce that all our Northwest tribes have joined your ranks. We will not touch the Murong Clan's territory either. Lord Su, simply send your own people to take it over."
Only after hearing Baili