As for Li Tonghai, after doing all this, he could no longer suppress himself and sank into a deep daze.
Thinking back to when he had first followed Yellow Heaven Daoist in sweeping across the realm, he had received countless surrenders like this. Back then, the Yellow Heaven Army had surged forth in mighty ranks; wherever they went, many cities would throw open their gates and surrender the moment the army arrived. What grandeur, what majesty that had been.
But later, the winds and clouds changed abruptly. By the time the Yellow Heaven Army pushed into Qing Province, they could not even take down a single Cao Zheng. Cao Zheng had even specially sent medicinal herbs over in an attempt to persuade him to surrender.
And he had even wavered.
The reason, naturally, was that he could no longer see any hope in the Yellow Heaven Army.
After all, he was no longer the lone man he had been when he first joined the Yellow Heaven Army. By then, he had wives and concubines, sons and daughters. Even if not for his own sake, he had to consider his descendants.
And now, only a few years had passed, yet the situation had changed once more. In those few years, Zhao Cheng had led a band of battered remnants to sweep through the Southern Wasteland, amassing enough strength to sweep across the realm.
An achievement to endure for a thousand autumns lay right before his eyes.
Cao Zheng, who had once tried to persuade him to surrender, had instead turned around and surrendered to him.
All these twists and turns truly showed that time and fate were ever fickle.
"Cao Zheng's surrender is no more than icing on the cake!"
Within the mountain forest, Zhao Cheng received the secret letter,