Enemy General's Head, Conquering Madam Wen

After hearing this, Qi Biao immediately invited Xu Liefeng into his command tent.

"Who are you? Can you truly solve my urgent crisis? Hmph, if you are deliberately deceiving me with empty words, and you walk out of here alive today, I, Qi Biao, will take your surname!"

Qi Biao sat in the tent with broad, commanding ease, eyeing Xu Liefeng suspiciously.

If not for the fire already burning his eyebrows—

He would never have agreed to see such a skulking rat who dared not show his face.

Xu Liefeng said, "What use would there be in deceiving you?" He did not mind Qi Biao's tone at all. He picked up a teacup and took a sip.

Then he said, "The tea has gone cold."

He pinched toward the brazier with two fingers.

A wisp of flame was actually caught between his fingertips. He held it beneath the teacup for a moment. Once steam began to rise from the tea and the leaves swirled, he took another sip.

"Fine skill!" Qi Biao was startled. He knew the other man had shown that deliberately.

"Please, speak quickly. If you can truly resolve my predicament, I will certainly reward you handsomely," Qi Biao said.

Xu Liefeng smiled. "Your Yellow Dragon Army lacks both money and grain, with fire burning your eyebrows, yet you have besieged Qingning County for so long without taking it. Since that is the case, why not loot the surrounding villages?"

Qi Biao said disappointedly, "How could I not have thought of that?"

"Then I take it things have not gone smoothly." Xu Liefeng smiled. "Still, those villages are poor. Even if you strip them clean, there will be nothing valuable.

"I do know of a fine place. I can direct you there."

"Where?" Qi Biao asked.

Xu Liefeng