White Lotus

The siege had continued for two days. Within Feng City, undercurrents surged.

Inside the secret chamber of the Li Family estate, one of the four great families.

"Patriarch Li, a wise man submits to the times." The White Lotus Sect's white-robed senior sister sat upright in the guest seat, her voice drifting from beneath the gauzy veil over her face. "There are tens of thousands of refugees outside the city. Wang Meng's forces are overwhelming; the city's fall is only a matter of time."

"He Lianshan is merely using you as shields. When the city truly falls, he'll run faster than anyone."

Patriarch Li's expression shifted uncertainly.

"My White Lotus Sect is willing to ensure the safety of every man, woman, and child in the Li Family." The white-robed senior sister revealed her final card. "So long as Patriarch Li is willing to make things convenient and open the west gate."

The White Lotus Sect had always been opportunists amid chaotic times.

They stirred up trouble everywhere, searching for promising grassroots warlords on whom to place their bets.

Now, they had taken a liking to the momentum of Wang Meng's Black Cloud Army and decided to offer a favor that cost them nothing.

"Fine!" Patriarch Li suddenly gritted his teeth. "We'll do it!"

At the same time.

Outside the city, in the refugee camp.

Wang Meng was hesitating over whether to heed his son Wang Teng's suggestion and force Lu Zhen to charge into battle.

Yet inside Lu Zhen and the others' tent, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

"This Wang Meng is looking at us wrong." Feng Wuji sneered. "He's probably planning to use us as cannon fodder to fill the pit beneath those heavy ballistae."

"At worst, we leave." Chen Fei wiped down his great spear, his eyes