Chapter 990: Hoping It's an Illusion
In just a single day, urgent dispatches from the Border Pass arrived in rapid succession.
The situation brooked no delay.
Even Zhao Wuji betrayed a hint of panic.
Meanwhile, his so-called trusted aides had already issued written orders: a portion of the army was to remain at the Border Pass to resist the Northern Desert forces, while the rest were to prepare to march straight upon Shangjing at any moment to intervene and contest the mandate of heaven.
Zhao Wuji only learned of it an hour later, by which time the orders issued in the name of the Prince of Yan had already been dispatched.
He slammed the table in fury and rebuked them, "With such treachery, how could the Grand Ancestor's heroic spirit ever rest in peace beneath the Nine Springs!"
His angry shout echoed through the main hall.
The gathered men shuddered inwardly and exchanged hurried glances. Yet, each harboring his own dark motives, everyone remained utterly silent.
Zhao Wuji swayed slightly. He drew a deep breath and said, "I disdain to associate with the likes of you..."