Wen Zhong's Death, Offering Counsel in a Dream

One called him Grand Tutor, the other Lord Star Lord—each form of address more distant than the last.

Li Changshou stood behind Wen Zhong with his hands clasped behind his back, still marveling inwardly that Wen Zhong had not even sensed his aura, yet dared to immediately conclude that he was indeed himself.

If the Heavenly Dao casually fashioned some outer shell, like "Huang Long," would Wen Zhong not fall for it at once?

This junior had not the slightest vigilance.

Li Changshou nodded and walked straight over to sit in a chair nearby, saying calmly:

"You should have this brief moment of time. Come, let us talk."

"Lord Star Lord," Wen Zhong cupped his hands and lowered his head. "May I know what instruction you have? The three armies are setting out and need their commander. Since Wen Zhong has personally come to campaign, I naturally cannot keep the officers and soldiers waiting long."

"To go die for nothing?"

Li Changshou asked gently.

Wen Zhong froze for a moment, then lowered his head and made a Daoist salute. "Wen Zhong bears the king's command. Now, there is only one gamble left."

"One gamble."

Li Changshou smiled. "Is there not even a cup of tea?"

"Star Lord..."

Wen Zhong paused, then let out a soft breath and said in a low voice, "Please wait a moment. I shall have my disciple bring it at once."

After speaking, Wen Zhong walked to the tent entrance and murmured a few words outside. He then summoned the Ink Kirin to land before the tent before turning back into the main tent.

Li Changshou smiled as he surveyed the tent's surroundings. Wen Zhong, meanwhile, could not discern why Li Changshou had come, and could only stand aside and wait.

Outside the camp, drums rumbled