The Mang Army's Rising Momentum

Led by Enyong, a large number of Shuntian Sect members arrived at the Mang Army's camp and met with the Mang Army's leadership.

Thanks to the Mang Army strategist, after their initial wariness faded, the two sides quickly got along. The Mang Army's leader eagerly held a banquet for these capable people who had come from afar to help him defeat the Chao Army.

Everyone at the banquet was in high spirits. The Mang Army was delighted to have so many people helping them, while the Shuntian Sect members were pleased that the Mang Army had specially arranged a feast for them. Only one person was gloomy: the Mang Army strategist. Ever since the Shuntian Sect members arrived, he had seemed burdened with worry.

After Enyong left his table, the Mang Army strategist hurried after him.

"Elder Enyong."

Enyong, who was preparing to return to his tent and rest, heard someone call him. Turning around, he saw that it was Botao, his junior who was no longer affiliated with the Shuntian Sect.

"Oh? Botao, what is it?"

Botao quickly stepped forward, his voice filled with anxiety and concern.

"Why have you come? Was this the Sect Master's decision?"

"What? You don't welcome us?" Enyong asked teasingly.

"No, no, how could I possibly think that? The sect is willing to help defeat the Chao Army—I'm grateful beyond words..." Teased so by his elder, the Mang Army strategist panicked and hurriedly explained himself, afraid of being misunderstood. Then he anxiously fired off several more questions. "But doesn't the sect refrain from interfering in worldly affairs? Isn't this making an exception? And if the sect breaks the rules concerning strange and sinister arts, what will the other two sects say? They'll stand against the sect."

"I see the sect as my home. I