Above the Void.
The one-armed old man's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
He began to panic a little. Although the momentum from the Qin Dynasty's ministers wasn't directed at him, if the 'Heavenly Guardians' couldn't hold out and died, then everything would be irreparable.
"Stop!"
Just as the 'Heavenly Guardians' were on the brink of death, the figure of Qin Wudao appeared, commanding with authority.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
The terrifying momentum instantly dissipated.
Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Xiao He, and others quickly paid their respects, full of reverence.
"Rise!"
Qin Wudao gestured with both hands for the ministers to stand, then walked to the one-armed old man, clasped his hands, and said, "Greetings, senior!"
In life, one must know gratitude.
The one-armed old man had helped him several times; he could not forget this kindness.
