Are you prepared to die?

Under Ye Jiu's astonished gaze, Sikong Mo turned his eyes to the distant sky, his voice deep and intoxicating, yet the words he uttered were tinged with sadness. "Tonight, Si Bei and I will set fire to the granaries of Nanchang's 200,000-strong army. Then, Si Rong will take the opportunity to lead you all around this army and back to Dongyue. Once you cross the border, you will be safe."

Ye Jiu couldn't believe it. "Just... the two of you will carry out this operation?"

"We were always meant to move in secrecy, and we never had many with us to begin with. Besides, we are going to do something nefarious. If we had too many people, wouldn't that risk exposing our movements?" Sikong Mo said.

But on one side was an enemy army of 200,000, and on theirs, only he and the Si Bei guard would be taking action. Wasn't this disparity a bit too large?

Or was it that he would have to sacrifice himself to ensure that Prince Jing returned safely to Dongyue?

Ye Jiu's heart suddenly tightened.