"The Imperial Heirloom Seal is so important that Yin Xian must carry it on his person. Why would he ever display it before others? Destroying it will be no easy task."
After listening to Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou shook his head.
"To take, one must first give. In that case, let us discuss it with the city lord."
By now, Yin Xian's men had surrounded the City Lord's Mansion so tightly that even a fly would have found it impossible to escape.
But the lord of Urn City was a shrewd man. Even caught unprepared, he had managed to deploy everyone at his disposal in a very short time. Though they could not get out, they could still hold their ground for a while.
For the lord of Urn City, the greatest enemies now were not Yin Xian and his men surrounding them outside, but the neighboring kingdoms, large and small, that had begun stirring at the mere mention of the Imperial Heirloom Seal.
Urn City could handle one kingdom with strength to spare, but if several joined forces, its defeat would be certain.
The lord of Urn City was deeply worried.
That day, Yin Xian ordered a halt to the fighting, granting Urn City a rare moment of peace.
Yin Xian had not expected the lord of Urn City to remain utterly unruffled after being surrounded by his men for days, nor to show such disregard for the Imperial Jade Seal in his possession.
This infuriated Yin Xian. He called a one-day truce and sent men to shout demands for the Wengcheng City Lord's surrender. Otherwise, his army would storm the City Lord's Mansion and slaughter everyone inside.
The Wengcheng City Lord refused at once with righteous resolve, while secretly preparing to fight to the death.
Meanwhile, Yang Qing