Zhu Hanjiang held his saber across his body.
Frost condensed along the blade, creeping inch by inch toward its tip.
White vapor escaped his mouth with every breath.
Ma Changkui, He Chenzhou, and Bloodhand Daoist watched Zhu Hanjiang without a trace of contempt in their eyes.
There was even a hint of respect.
Luck was not what had kept Zhu Hanjiang firmly seated as commander of Gaolin County's Martial Guards for so many years.
Both his strength and his resolve had been tempered through countless bloody battles.
He Chenzhou gripped his Short Stiletto. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke. "Zhu Hanjiang."
"With things as they stand, you can no longer turn the tide."
"The County Commandant is dead, and we control the County Government Office."
"Gaolin County will soon have a new master."
"Keep resisting now, and you'll only throw your life away."
Zhu Hanjiang's gaze remained icy. He gave no answer.
He Chenzhou continued, "Honestly, I think it would be a real shame for a man of your talent to die here."
"If you're willing to join us, you might yet accomplish something great."
"The Great Zhou realm is already riddled with wounds, with dark currents surging everywhere."
"Why shouldn't capable men take their fate into their own hands?"
"Why throw your life away for those who sit so far above you?"
Ma Changkui also spoke slowly. "Lord Zhu."
His voice carried more confidence than usual.
After tonight, he would be Gaolin County's true ruler.
"We've worked together for years."
"I respect your strength, and I respect your character."
"That's why I'm willing to offer you this chance."
Ma Changkui stepped forward, slowly releasing the blood and qi of his Meridian-Opening Realm cultivation.
"All you have to do is agree."
"You'll remain commander of Gaolin County's Martial