Song Yan raised his brows at those words.
Privately, he thought that even if Ruan Zhi's words had truly moved Gongsu Mi, with Li Lin beside him, he probably could not easily agree.
Still, he was curious how the people on the other side would deal with the situation before them.
Could the accumulated resentment between the Mohist School and the Gongsu Clan really begin to dissolve today?
Gongsu Mi let out a long sigh, seemingly resigned to his fate.
"Juzi of the Mohist School,"
Gongsu Mi said, "since you have such intentions, if I, Gongsu Mi, kept pressing you, I would seem incapable of appreciating your kindness."
"I lost today. Every word you spoke was a pearl, Lord Juzi. I shall engrave them in my heart, and when I return to the Gongsu Clan, I shall use them to counsel the elders."
"So I agree to abandon the battle and make peace."
Ruan Zhi nodded slightly at his words.
"However,"
Gongsu Mi changed tack. "For now, this is still only a simulated battle. I trust in your benevolence and generosity, Lord Juzi."
"But if I surrender my military tally first, the contest will end. Right now, you command a powerful army outside my walls. If murderous intent should suddenly arise in your heart then-"
"These General Terracotta Warriors alone would be enough to take my head."
"If you truly are so sincere, Lord Juzi, why not have your side relinquish its military tally first? What do you say?"
Wu Mengliu immediately frowned.
In truth, Gongsu Mi's words were not entirely sophistry.
Everyone present knew that most of these bronze soldiers possessed killing power at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
When they formed ranks and attacked together, twelve or thirteen could tie down a Golden Core Early Stage