Wei Zhuoyan followed Li Jingyi's advice and retreated. His four deputies retreated as well. He sighed softly as he looked at Li Jingyi's slender back. 'Who knew Wei Zhuo Yan had been relying on Li Jingyi all along to get to where he was?' He felt exhausted. He was pushed into this position by some bizarre turn of events and was suddenly tied to the entire nation.
Li Jingyi looked at the skies and said softly, "For the sect master of the greatest cult under the heavens, the Nether Sect, to grace us with his presence… I apologize in advance for my rudeness."
The voice that rang from the flying chariot was deep and confident. "What I want is Wei Zhuoyan's life." The words were straight-to-the-point.
"I don't understand. Why is the Nether Sect meddling with the rebel army and impeding the general's efforts to quell the disturbance? Are you trying to make Great Yan your enemy?"
