Guo Xin stared at the tightly shut city gates, then glanced at Meng Hao beside him. His expression seemed to say, 'So, where's Xiao Mo's promise to open the gates at the appointed hour?'
Meng Hao looked a little awkward. He stepped forward and, empowering his voice with Spiritual Power, shouted up at the top of the wall, "Frost King! The time we agreed upon has come. Why don't you come out and meet us?"
Meng Hao's voice echoed across the fields below the city wall.
After a short while, Li Jing walked up to the battlements. He addressed Meng Hao and the others, saying, "My general suddenly came down with a chill yesterday. He asked me to inform General Guo that it would be rude to receive a guest in such a weakened state. Please, wait another two days. Once my general has recovered, he will personally open the gates to receive the general and atone for this discourtesy."
Hearing Li Jing's words, Guo Xin's brow furrowed. He gripped the reins tightly, his chest heaving with rage.
