"You may all withdraw..." Seeing this, Xiao Jun remained calm. Though his face had gone pale, he could still stand there, barely relying on the power of the kingdom to withstand the force of the Nascent Soul.
"Reporting to my lord..." All the cultivators and generals spoke in unison. "We would rather die before our lord than withdraw!"
"Withdraw!" Xiao Jun waved his hand. "This is my family matter, not a matter of state. You are not to meddle in it."
"This..." The cultivators looked at one another, then answered in unison, "Yes!"
Yet they merely retreated to the very edge of the golden tent and did not leave it.
"Alas..." Seeing the cultivators and soldiers like this, Xiao Jun sighed. He looked at Xiao Hua, bowed, and said, "Junior Xiao Jun pays respects to Senior Xiao."
"Mm." Xiao Hua nodded faintly without returning the salute. He walked before Xiao Jun and said, "You've enjoyed being king quite well, haven't you? Isn't it time to return it to Xiao Jian?"
Xiao Jun was not surprised in the slightest. He drew a deep breath, looked at Xue Ping behind Xiao Hua, then at the two Buddhist sect disciples beyond the lifted tent flap, and said, "Actually, ever since this junior heard that Xiao Jian had a Daoist expert protecting him, and then heard Xue Ping's words, this junior knew... that one day, Senior would eventually find this junior..."
"Heh heh, two state preceptors..." Xiao Hua sneered. "Back then, I found it strange as well. How could two Buddhist sect disciples at Spirit Power Rank 2 become the state preceptors of Danliang Kingdom? It seems it was nothing more than a False Edict."
Xiao Jun ignored Xiao Hua's mockery. Looking around at the crowd, then at the drifting snow outside the tent,