Wen Zhong sank into thought.
This was simply too strange.
Ji Chang was not dead, so what right did Ji Fa have to proclaim himself king?
The people of Xiqi were behaving very strangely, too. The Ji clan had long harbored rebellious intentions; they would never allow the people of Xiqi to sing King Zhou's praises.
The common people were the foundation of the Marquis of the West's line. It was entirely through treating them well that Ji Chang had earned his reputation for benevolence and virtue, along with his prestige.
Even if everything was true, and the people of Xiqi really did yearn for life in Chaoge and sing King Zhou's praises as the rumors claimed, Ji Fa would never let things take their course. At the very least, he would suppress the news and take emergency measures to settle the people's hearts.
Yet he had done none of that. Wen Zhong even felt that Ji Fa might be fanning the flames.
Without a doubt, this was an overt scheme.
It was bait to lure Chaoge into sending troops.
Wen Zhong was confident that he could wipe out Xiqi in one stroke by deploying their full strength. But if immortal cultivators aided Zhou in accordance with the destiny that Shang must fall and Zhou must rise, then regardless of who won, the war would inevitably drag on without end.
In that case, their heartland might be in danger. After all, both the Eastern Yi and Baiyue had rebelled before.
Wen Zhong was somewhat worried. The court's Civil and Martial officials knew nothing about the calamity. They only knew that Xiqi was currently weak and that this was an excellent opportunity, yet he could not explain things openly.
Could King Zhou and the court's Civil and Martial officials really resist