Look at this!
Zhao Feng glanced at Wang Jian's back, said nothing more.
He too turned and walked toward the edge of the camp.
Today, as Wang Yan's man, he had said everything that needed to be said—what Zhao Feng said was all sincere.
"When this campaign ends."
"I must hurry to cultivate a power of my own, a force that is utterly loyal to me."
At this moment.
Zhao Feng was even more determined to create forces loyal solely to himself.
Though he had the strength to fight a thousand men, to plunge through armies and cut down generals, he was still but one person; he needed greater support—a group of dead soldiers belonging to him alone, unafraid of royal authority.
Just as Zhao Feng reached the front of the tent, about to step out—
"I'll do my utmost to persuade the Great King to change his mind. If the Great King refuses, there's nothing I can do."
"The royal edict cannot be disobeyed."
