At this moment.
Eunuch Chen, covered in wounds and tied to a cross, was about to be executed.
Just then.
He suddenly raised his head. When he saw Wang Xiao walking toward him, his pupils constricted, and he spoke in a grief-stricken tone:
"Y-Your Highness, you shouldn't have come! You shouldn't have come! This old servant is over eighty. I don't have many years left. Why did you have to come back here to die for my sake!"
In his eyes, even though Wang Xiao commanded an army of a million, the moment he returned to the Capital City, he was walking to his death.
How could a mortal possibly contend with a Cultivator?
Just then.
A handsome, sharp-featured figure slowly walked out of the Dharma Tower behind them:
"Eunuch Chen, listen to yourself. If he didn't come, would he still be my sentimental, righteous ninth brother?"
"Heh. Without this much courage, how could he have made all those border generals submit to him in a mere ten years?"
