"Create an opportunity."
Ji Yanzhong said, "Yes."
After Ji Yanzhong left, the Red Emperor walked out of the imperial palace and strolled forward. Yuwen Lie, who was holding a long spear in his arms, opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, the famous general's bearing was lofty and aloof, like a ferocious tiger. He only inclined his head slightly and said, "Red Emperor, Your Majesty."
The elite Tiger Barbarian Cavalry behind him moved, taking up their Weapons and forming a military formation, sealing off the road ahead, lest Ji Zichang make some move and cause any mishap. All the changes happened in an instant.
The Red Emperor's expression was indifferent. "What Jiang Wanxiang has spoken of concerns matters of immense weight. I myself cannot yet accept it; even if I were to accept it, the officials and commoners under this [Eight Hundred Years of the Red Emperor] may not be able to accept it. Three days from now—"
