"General Fang, my elder brother is going to die."
Cao Zhi put down the tea pot, grasped a chess piece, and outlined the situation at Guan Du, "In a few months, when supplies are cut off and cultivators from the High Realm swarm in, my brother will undoubtedly die, and the people from Shengyun Sect certainly won't save him."
"On the other hand, this sworn brother of mine will!"
"General, give me the nod and I'll figure out a way to rescue my brother to the Capital City. Afterward, together we shall eradicate the Yan Party. How about it?"
"I can't promise anything on behalf of my junior fellow disciple, and I'm sure he won't leave," General Fang replied.
Fang Qingyun indifferently said, "Even if you go, it would be a waste of time."
"I know he's stubborn, but I can wait," Cao Zhi said.
"When the fifteen thousand men are gone and only he is left, he will inevitably agree. Then, with all his fury, he will certainly help me."
"You can try."
Fang Qingyun didn't say more.
