When Wang Chong received Han Hexuan's handwritten letter, he went to the Eagle God Palace without any hesitation.
Though he was not completely certain, he was at least eighty or ninety percent sure that his teacher, Gao Gun, was at the Eagle God Palace. Even if Shafeina helped neither side, he was confident he could beat the shit out of Han Hexuan.
Well, with his teacher's help, of course. He could not do it alone.
When Wang Chong set foot in the Eagle God Palace for the second time, Wuzhumuqin was no longer there to accompany him, but the palace guards still treated him respectfully. After all, he had been making quite a splash lately, visiting almost every one of the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands. Word that he had secured the support of the Eternal Life Holy Church and the Turks had also spread far and wide. Everyone knew he would soon become the lord of the Shangtuo Tribe, as well as an extremely important figure in the Eternal Life Holy Church.
This time, he did not reach the highest peak. He met Han Hexuan halfway up the mountain. The peerless Great Grandmaster of the grasslands wore a cold expression and said upon seeing Wang Chong, "I want the Shangtuo Tribe's Divine General slots."
Wang Chong smiled. "My Shangtuo Tribe intends to compete too."
Han Hexuan said coldly, "Aren't you sitting it out?"
"I am," Wang Chong replied, "but I still have my subordinates."
"What would you offer in exchange for those slots, Great Grandmaster?"
Han Hexuan answered without hesitation, "We Xianbei also have Han slaves."
Wang Chong held up one finger. "Ten thousand Han slaves per slot."
Han Hexuan snorted. "Two thousand at most."
Wang Chong's spirits abruptly lifted. "Absolutely not. Eight thousand! Not one fewer."
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