The remaining merit was distributed, which could win over a large number of capable civilian and military officials.
"Rest assured, my lord, Commander Xie and I will surely remember this great kindness," said the subordinate.
Magistrate Zeng's face showed joy. He and Commander Xie both served as officials in Jiajing Prefecture and would have each other's back when they moved to the capital.
Suddenly.
An aged voice came through the wind.
"Even racing here both day and night, I am still too late!"
"Who?"
"Protect the Head Supervisor!"
The hundred-plus martial barbarians, all martial arts masters with reaction speeds far beyond ordinary people, immediately formed a protective circle around Zhou Yi upon hearing the voice.
Zhou Yi followed the sound and saw an old man walking slowly toward them.
His hair was disheveled, his face aged, wearing hemp garments with an iron bar slung across his waist, and carrying a bloody head in his left hand.
