Several days later, in the frontline camp outside Xilin Commandery City.
Lu Chongyue, the Commandery Governor of Xilin Commandery, entered the camp and knelt on one knee before the prince. He had just fought a great battle; his aura still seethed, and a bloody gash marked his shoulder.
"This humble official pays his respects to Your Highness."
Behind the command desk, the carving knife in Fourth Prince Cao Meng's hand paused.
"How is it going? What is the situation on the front line?"
Lu Chongyue shook his head gravely.
"Your Highness, although the reinforcements dispatched by Feather Transformation City arrived several days ago, there is still a clear gap between our strength and the enemy's, particularly in the number of Saint Master level experts.
"With the favorable terrain of the Commandery City, we have more than enough strength to defend, but breaking through the enemy's blockade is beyond us.
"I have already led the troops on repeated charges, all of which ended in failure, with considerable losses."
At these words, a rare frost settled over Cao Meng's pale, plump face, and he drove the carving knife into the desk before him.
"Hmph, reinforcements? A mere two Saint Master level experts with fewer than ten thousand troops-is that what Feather Transformation City calls reinforcements?
"Do they truly take me for a beggar? They even dare pay lip service to orders issued through Marquis Yu's Command while defying them behind my back.
"These disciples of Marquis Yu are utterly lawless. They do not even take me seriously. It seems I have been far too tolerant of them!"
Sensing the chilling coldness in Cao Meng's eyes.
Even Lu Chongyue could not help shuddering.
He knew that this Fourth Prince was by no means as approachable as he appeared, and the power he wielded