While Xiao Jing was conquering the Pre-Qin Secret Realm, the situation in the outside world was also changing, especially in Shanwu City.
Outside Shanwu City, the Yellow Turban Army was encamped.
Pei Yuanshao, Commander of the Yellow Turban Army at Shanwu City, stared at the letters piled on his desk, his expression dark and uncertain. The nearby messenger grew uneasy, sweating profusely.
After a long moment, Pei Yuanshao snapped out of his daze. He rubbed the scar on his swarthy face and muttered to himself:
"An alliance... Heh heh..."
He let out a soft, cold laugh. Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked:
"Is the Zhao family really unwilling to provide the grain?"
Hearing the chill in Pei Yuanshao's voice, the messenger's heart trembled. He stammered:
