The next day, early morning.
Inside the city lord's mansion.
Zhao Qiankun had not slept all night, sitting with legs astride in the front courtyard of the city lord's mansion, with his Flame Moon Battle Saber placed beside him.
The saber radiated a cold light that shocked the heavens, its edge strikingly apparent.
Having kept watch all night, he had not noticed any disturbances and finally let out a sigh of relief, a confident smile curling up at the corners of his mouth, "Xiao Yi? Humph, nothing but a callow youth. Do you think you can contend with me with such trivial tricks and heresies? Your heart-striking strategy is indeed fierce, but once you fail to honor your promise and behead my commanders, you'll face the backlash of your own psychological ploy…"
"Your Highness!"
Two guards stepped forward.
Zhao Qiankun spoke indifferently, "Have all the generals gather at the city walls immediately!"
"Yes!"
The two guards immediately departed.
