Ji Xiaolian's face turned green as he turned to look at the assembled generals.
The generals stared at Ji Wanyu's strange magical treasure, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Being captured on the battlefield and having this spread would surely lead to ridicule.
Niu Ang shouted, "Brother, shouldn't we let the steward take action?"
Ji Xiaolian remained silent. If the master were willing to emerge, he would have done so already, rather than wait until now.
While they hesitated, people in the valley behind suddenly erupted in chaos, shouting, "Long live the Princess!"
"Princess, don't kill us, we surrender!"
"Surrender to save our lives!"
"..."
A group of people, under Chu Feng's persuasion, finally crumbled and scattered in the face of continuous defeat.
Many raised white flags, rushing to surrender.
The crowd was in chaos, with some starting to rush the pass from behind.
At the gate below, a group of elite water bandits blocked everyone.
