Yu Chen met with several of his disciples, while the ruler of the small vassal state of Ai Kingdom, which stood in front of the Shang army, also fell into चिंता. He stood before his own fortress pass and observed the Shang army with his divine eyes.
Above the Shang army, their momentum surged like a rainbow, divine light glittered brilliantly, and auspicious clouds gathered. Clearly, immortals and gods were lending them their support.
Though his own side held the advantage of terrain, if battle truly broke out, they likely would not be able to hold on for long.
But the Lord of Ai also knew that his lineage had entered into many marriage alliances with the Xia Dynasty. Some of his own children, as well as the descendants of many nobles within the kingdom, remained within Xia territory. Even if they defected to the Shang Kingdom, they would not be trusted. After all, the Xia Dynasty could use the descendants left in Xia to inflict curses through their bloodlines.
Just as the Lord of Ai did not know what to do, an attendant at his side stepped forward and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, a Daoist has requested an audience."
"A Daoist? Do you know his origins?"
"He said he was introduced by the Xia ruler. He also produced a golden token, saying Your Majesty would understand upon seeing it."
As he spoke, the attendant presented the golden token. What condensed upon it was precisely the fortune of the Xia Dynasty, along with immense divine power. The Lord of Ai was immediately overjoyed and ordered someone to lead the Daoist in.
The next moment, he saw a short, fat man with shifty eyes and a ratlike face. Two thin, long mustaches hung beneath his nose and above his lips,