Xuan Zi snorted coldly. "Hmph, Xu Jiawei truly harbors ulterior motives. He actually wants to defect to Spirit Hall." He casually tossed the letter to Dai Hao. "See for yourself."
Dai Hao picked up the letter, opened it, and his face turned deathly pale.
Zhongli Wu said, "So, Dai Hao, Xu Jiawei has a way out. He can choose to defect to Spirit Hall and remain the Star Luo Emperor. But you and your Dai Clan do not have that option. The Star Luo Imperial Family that destroyed Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago was not them—it was your House Dai."
"Once Xu Jiawei defects to Spirit Hall, who do you think will be the first token of allegiance? I doubt I need to spell it out for you."
Dai Hao fell silent for a moment, a cold glint flashing through his tiger-like eyes. "Xu Jiawei, since you have been ruthless, do not blame me for being unjust. I am merely reclaiming what my family lost four thousand years ago."
He drew his sword, summoned his comrades, and immediately issued orders that very night.
That evening, Xu Jiawei and Xu Jiujui were discussing Star Luo Empire's decision to welcome Spirit Hall back.
Suddenly, shouts of battle rang out beyond the palace gates.
Through the window, Xu Jiawei could even see the flashes of explosions and hear the city gates being shut.
"Your Majesty, bad news—" Xu Jiawei's attendant rushed in. "The rebels... the rebels are about to break in."
"Rebels? Whose rebels?"
"They bear the banner of the White Tiger Duke. They claim they are purging traitors from Your Majesty's side."
"Dai Hao?" Xu Jiawei rose to his feet, covered in cold sweat. "Where are the imperial worshippers? The Star Luo Empire's worshippers?"
"Your Majesty, the worshippers are fighting