Angry curses echoed through the mountain path.
Yet the child showed not the slightest fear.
He merely looked at Cheng Buxiu with a half-smile.
"Well?"
Cheng Buxiu's body trembled faintly.
The hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly into fists.
Though the fury in his heart could scarcely be suppressed, what could he do at this moment?!
Cheng Buxiu slowly closed his eyes.
Great Tang's current situation was precarious as a stack of eggs, while demons from Spirit Mountain ran rampant.
Every moment of delay meant the tragic deaths of thousands upon thousands of common folk.
Five Immortals Mountain...
Perhaps it truly was the fastest way to resolve both crises.
If they missed Five Immortals Mountain...
Though the fall of the nation was still far off, the price to be paid was something that could not be accepted no matter what.
Compared to that.
What was this old face of his worth?
"Is what the little True Person said... true?"
The child shrugged. "I never lie."
"Fine."
Cheng Buxiu nodded.
He tidied his somewhat disheveled robes and cap, brushing the dust from his cloak.
Every movement was meticulous.
It was as solemn as when he attended court to meet the emperor.
Then.
Under the gazes of dozens of people whose eyes seemed ready to split apart.
He slowly bent the spine that had never bowed before an enemy.
Cheng Buxiu braced both hands against the ground and lowered his head.
The expression on his aged face could not be seen.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
Behind him.
Dozens of men with iron bones and unyielding spirit had all reddened around the eyes.
Some bit their lips hard enough to draw blood.
Others turned their heads away, unable to bear watching any longer.
The dignified Attendant of Great Tang's Ministry of War.
Reduced