"That's all, just these three people." The Fourth Flying General shook his head as he saw Xia Feng approaching. He hurriedly stepped forward and kicked that pile of charcoal away to avoid dirtying the Emperor's Son's boots.
"Three, including him, would be four." Xia Feng nodded and then turned the chair, looking down at the man begging bitterly.
"Did Xia Naiwu arrange this for you?"
"Emperor's Son... Emperor's Son, have mercy, it was my fault. I shouldn't have disclosed your whereabouts to that traitor Xia Naiwu!"
The captain lying on the ground looked at Xia Feng. He jolted from the ground, crawling over to Xia Feng, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"In truth, I've always greatly respected the Emperor's Son in my heart. Seeing you lead the army against the Rizhao Empire, turning the tides, even forcing them to seek mercy—throughout history, only you have managed to achieve this in the Great Xia Empire!"
