Even though Tian Zhixin didn't spend much time with Misha, he knew that Misha was a man of his word.
Misha was from Penglai Island, and when they left Donglu, Jun Lanxin instructed Tian Zhixin to follow Misha's orders. So even though they were unhappy about being commanded by a paralyzed young white face, they had no choice but to tolerate it on Empress Dowager's orders.
Deep down, Tian Zhixin wanted to chop off Misha's head and kick it like a soccer ball.
But Misha was a disciple of Penglai Island, and his martial skills were clearly exceptional. If they wanted to kill Misha, they would have to pay a considerable price. Tian Zhixin decided to bear it for now, let Misha have his moment of gloating, and wait for the opportunity to take down Minzhou City and then deal with this arrogant cripple!
Feng Qiqi played the zither on the city tower as if nothing happened, and the faint sadness of the melody spread through the five thousand soldiers below like a contagious disease.
