Chapter 942: Alliance Leader, Wang Ping'an
When spring arrived the following year, the weather warmed, and the world came back to life.
The North-South Martial Alliance, however, welcomed a group of uninvited guests.
Advisors representing several of the realm's princes had arrived, bearing congratulatory gifts and offering the alliance immense face.
Had they come one by one, it would have signaled a sincere intent to recruit.
But the King of Wei, Prince Jin, the Prince of Yan, and the imperial court had all dispatched envoys at the exact same time—an act that carried a vastly different meaning.
Calling it recruitment was less accurate than calling it a threat.
In the eyes of these factions, wiping out the North-South Martial Alliance wouldn't be difficult, but wasting military forces on it simply wasn't worth the cost. It was better to knock them down a peg directly; if the alliance could be brought into the fold, that would naturally be the best outcome.
The advisors of the three princes and the official dispatched by the imperial court gathered in the hall.
Ping'an sat in the seat of honor, the room heavy with an inexplicably chilling, murderous air.