Chapter 75: Surrender

Ji Yunhe was a little worried. If Lin Haoqing revealed some details about six years ago in front of Changyi, what should she do...

But before they had a chance to see Lin Haoqing, news came from the front that the demon masters had broken through the formation set up by the north, and were now marching over with incredible force and momentum.

They were furious that Qing Ji had captured Lin Haoqing. After decades of suppressed rage, what she did was the straw that broke the camel's back. When Ji Yunhe heard the news, she did not know whether to laugh or cry.

She was one them, having endured the oppression for so many years because of her double pulse. Her people finally rising up with so much determination and vitality was something of a rarity that she had long hoped for, but ironically, she was now standing in their opposition. Luo Jinsang and Kongming were also in the room. She was super confused.

"But we captured their leader! How did they become even more powerful..."

Kongming let out a cold snort and resentfully ignored her question.

Ji Yunhe said, "Even bunnies bite when pushed to the extreme. This move of yours was too excessive." Luo Jinsang scratched her head.

"Then we can only go to war?"

"We can't." Changyi's voice was not loud, but incomparably firm. Ji Yunhe nodded in agreement.

"If we talk about one on one, no one can beat Qing Ji. But when two sides collide, there will be casualties. Plus the demon masters have very high morale and a lot of fighting spirit right now, we can't take them head on. If we win by using brute force, two months later when the snow melts and the court sends their troops, we'd be too weak to defend. And if we lose... we end up with nothing."

"Then what do we do..." Luo Jinsang anxiously picked at her head.

"Should I quietly stuff Lin Haoqing back into their camp?"

The monk snorted again and mocked her out loud, "What do you want? Insult them a second time? Luo Jinsang, how many lives do you have to lose?"

"Then... Well..." Ji Yunhe raised her head and looked at Changyi.

"Let's make peace. I will go and convince them to surrender." Luo Jinsang looked at Ji Yunhe cluelessly.

"Huh? Make peace? Surrender? You're going?"

Ji Yunhe did not look at Luo Jinsang, her gaze remained on Changyi.

"Yes, I will go."

Changyi thought for a moment then said the same words from earlier, "We will go together."

.....

Deep in the night, land outside the Demon Terrace was covered by an endless blanket of snow. In the horizon, an army pressed forth between heaven and earth.

Two shadows appeared in front of the main city gate, casually riding their horses toward the thousands of men in the distance.

Between the two of them, one had a body running on empty, supported only by a jiaozhu, and the other one did not have his inner pearl that was the source of his demonic power. They walked through the wind and snow, stopped on top of a hill and waited for the approaching army. Ji Yunhe looked at Changyi.

"Are you really not going to take back your jiaozhu?" Changyi's hair flew with the wind, reflecting the snow around them.

"Not taking it back." Ji Yunhe teased,

"What if they make the same move and capture you?"

"They can't get me regardless."

This fish was very confident! Ji Yunhe looked away and said, "You don't lie, so I believe you." Changyi turned and looked at her frail body wrapped under a dark blue cloak. She was so thin...

If this snowstorm were to blow a little harder, it would blow her away. She pulled the reins of her horse who had grown a little uneasy because of the massive demonic energy approaching from afar.

"Changyi, this view is so beautiful." She peered at the land through the snowstorm.

"I have not seen this in a long time." She talked as if they were not here gambling with their lives, but merely taking a stroll. Changyi nodded.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

It had also been a long time since he last saw Ji Yunhe among such a vast, open landscape. Six years to be exact. On the way between the Demon Valley and the imperial capital, she had stood opposite of him with an army behind her. Changyi still remembered the cold sensation of her sword that night...