Qingzhou.
Beihai County.
On the city walls, the Prefect of Beihai County, Kong Rong, looked pale as he gazed at the Yellow Turban rebel army gradually approaching the city.
The menacing aura coming towards him made the bloody smell palpable.
"How is it? Has Tai Shi Ci not returned yet?!"
Kong Rong hurriedly asked the deputy general beside him, who was wearing light armor.
"Lord Prefect, Tai Shi Ci... has not... has not returned yet... I'm afraid... I'm afraid he might have taken the opportunity to escape due to the overwhelming enemy forces!"
The deputy general's eyes were filled with anger.
Kong Rong flung his robe aside, glared with his eyes, and snorted coldly:
"Impossible!! Ziyi is not that kind of person! Do not tarnish his reputation!"
"But... but so much time has passed, and he still hasn't returned. If it’s not escape, then what is it!!? Lord, please recognize the reality!"
The deputy general knelt down and loudly implored.
At this moment.