Afterward, the Great Qin Empire also sent a letter urging surrender, expressing its sincere and friendly attitude. Yet Zhou Chang still feared Great Qin and did not go, because he could not let the people of a system main city die because of his own mistake.
Now that he had heard they had sent envoys again, Zhou Chang felt that he could not neglect them. The other side's power was simply too terrifying.
Following Zhou Chang's orders, the soldiers invited Great Qin's delegation into the main hall.
When the six of them entered, Zhou Chang looked at five of them and was secretly startled. All five possessed Tier 3 cultivation, and their killing intent was chillingly sharp. They were exceedingly formidable at a glance—men tempered through countless battles, whose strength could not be underestimated. Each was enough to contend with one of his own generals.
Yet five figures as powerful as war generals had merely been sent to carry out the minor task of an embassy. This was far too shocking. Just how powerful was that Great Qin Empire? How many Tier 3 soldiers did it have, to dispatch them so casually as though they were cheap?
"This one is Li Mao, a student of Great Qin Academy. Greetings, City Lord," said the young man in scholarly robes. With a faint smile, neither humble nor overbearing, he gave Zhou Chang a salute.
Zhou Chang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other side was courteous rather than domineering and barbaric. Otherwise, he would not have known how to handle what came next.
"You are too courteous! Please, everyone, have a seat," Zhou Chang said with a smile, extending a hand.
Li Mao glanced at the long bench beside him and sat down. As for the five soldiers, they automatically