Sowing Discord

Imitating the High Commander's voice and enunciation, Zhang Xuan looked at the commander and said, "There's something that I want you to relay to Bei Xin for me!"

"High Commander, feel free to relay your orders!"

"Come closer. This matter mustn't be made known to anyone else…" Zhang Xuan said gravely.

"Yes, High Commander…"

The commander was perplexed as to why Zhang Xuan could not use zhenqi telepathy to talk to him discreetly, but he still chose to lean his head closer in anyway. As a show of deference to the High Commander, he kept his head lowered respectfully.

They were in the depths of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe's main camp. The thought that anyone would be so audacious as to impersonate the High Commander was so ludicrous that it did not even cross his mind.

"It's like this…" With a suppressed voice, Zhang Xuan began speaking.

But on the third word, a cold flash of light sliced through the air.