In the seat of honor in the hall of Mohist City of Traps…
Xiang Shaoyun was sitting.
His subordinate martial arts practitioners and generals were sitting below him. The rain was dripping off each of their armors. All of them looked excited.
The Mohist City of Traps was said to be the most difficult walled city to capture. Regardless, these armored horsemen from Western Liang had laid siege to the impenetrable city anyway.
Each one of the Western Liang warriors felt they had accomplished a great thing.
They frantically looked at the Overlord who was sitting in the seat of honor. He was their spiritual pillar.
Xiang Shaoyun was reading the letter passed on to him.
It was sent from the capital city.
He crumpled it up after he was finished reading.
"Yuwen Xiu is still too young… Mo Beike is a total villain indeed."
Xiang Shaoyun leaned on the back of the giant chair, which symbolized the position of the Mohist giant.
