Han Xi, a eunuch in his forties, lacks the strength of ordinary men; if he were truly taken away as a slave, the outcome would be death.
"My lord."
"Over this period, I have followed your command to scour Xinzheng, and have recruited a fair number of people."
"Permit me to report the details to you." Han Xi said respectfully.
"Wait until they all arrive, then you may speak." Zhao Feng responded slowly, remaining very composed.
"As you wish." Han Xi nodded respectfully, then fell silent.
After some time passed.
Zhang Han, Wei Quan, and the other three who had just left returned once more.
Upon arrival,
they immediately closed the palace doors, and posted trusted elite soldiers outside to stand guard, preventing outsiders from approaching.
"Greetings to my lord."
The five men, upon arrival, grew excited and bowed deeply toward Zhao Feng.
"Be seated."
Zhao Feng smiled slightly.
"Thank you, my lord."
