Song Country.
Inside the main hall of the Twelve Linked Piers of the Yangtze Three Gorges.
With grizzled hair yet a stature that was tall and burly, Zhu Xiawu squinted his eyes as he read the freshly received intelligence report, a flicker of strange light dancing in his gaze as he said with an odd tone,
"This Jiang Dali, what exactly does he want? Does he think that Ming Country's Heavenly Prison is somewhere to come and go as he pleases?
Hmph! To think he's using this incident to test my sincerity? To play such a risky gamble with me..."
Zhu Xiawu's brows furrowed, but his eyes gradually revealed a smile, "However, it's indeed interesting, very interesting.
Such a big gift... I really have no choice but to show some sincerity, do I?"
Beyond the screen painted with dragons and phoenixes, there stood another man, broad and sturdy.
This big man asked from outside the screen, "How do you plan to proceed?"
