At the Spirit Horn City Domain front, King Xi's army launched an exceptionally fierce offensive. Since the war began several months ago, they had advanced with irresistible force, as if an invisible hand were helping them from behind.
The front under clan kinsman Zhu Yanding's command was progressing just as smoothly. Wherever his army went these days, all manner of problems would arise within the enemy city-domain fortresses, continually driving him forward into new breakthroughs.
Judging from all the signs, this was very likely the work of those Daoist sects beyond the heavens, done to intensify the Hao Clan's internal strife.
But he did not care about that. What did the Hao Clan's losses have to do with him? He could not sit on the imperial throne anyway. So long as he could seize territory, swallow the benefits for himself, and strengthen his own power, that was enough.
At this moment, he sat inside the command vessel with his arms folded, studying a map. Then a trusted soldier entered the main cabin nervously, bowed to him, and said, "My lord, an urgent report!" As he spoke, he stretched out both hands and presented a letter.
Zhu Yanding accepted it. His gaze flickered, and he said in surprise, "They've all disappeared?" He handed the letter to the adviser beside him. After reading it, the latter said firmly, "My lord, this matter definitely has something to do with Zhu Zonghu!"
Zhu Yanding frowned. "Something is not right. Where would Zhu Bianye get the nerve to disobey my uncle's orders now? There must be something else behind this." Suspicion rose in his heart. Could someone have deliberately done this to provoke them into fighting each other?
He instructed the adviser, "Mr. Xu, go ask around at my uncle's place. See whether anything has