Guan Chi still wanted to say something, but Feng Qizheng was already in front of him, looking at him sidelong. "This way, please."

Guan Chi looked at Ning Chen. "I beg my lord prince to think again... For the Great Xuan and Xiliang to join and wipe out the Tuoluo Kingdom, the good of it outweighs the harm!"

Ning Chen said nothing. He only gave a cold laugh.

Feng Qizheng said in a heavy voice, "Are you walking out yourself, or do you want my help?"

The man really was not taking the hint. Ning Chen had told him to go, so why wasn't he clearing out smartly?

Guan Chi's brows drew tight and he grew anxious... Ning Chen had guessed right. Xiliang had nothing like five hundred thousand men.

Apart from the troops holding the borders and guarding the imperial city, the force they had gathered came to no more than two hundred thousand.

Hearts were uneasy all through Xiliang now.

Because Ning Chen had killed the hundred and fifty thousand Xing Shan led until not a scrap of armor was left... They did not believe the two hundred thousand they had gathered could hold up Ning Chen's step.

That was why he had volunteered to come talk terms.

But Ning Chen had no thought of terms at all.

Guan Chi shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

If he did not leave soon, the black-faced fellow beside him was going to throw him out!

Pan Yucheng said with a cold laugh, "Xiliang really is something. They come to talk terms and won't pay a thing for it."

"Xiliang is afraid, and that's a good thing!" Ning Chen said, and then he changed the subject. "Have the scouts follow them and find out what the desert is like... Our men are not trained for fighting in desert country, and I'm afraid Xiliang may have troops waiting in it."

Pan Yucheng nodded. "Right, I'll see to it now."

Ning Chen was in no hurry to march. He camped where he was for five whole days.

That day, Ning Chen was…