Zhan Fei's thoughts were flying at a rapid speed. He would give up on the plan to sow discord between the two armies if he agreed to Ji Fengyan's request. But…
Zhan Fei's eyes narrowed slightly as a flash of devious amusement flashed in his pupils.
Military pledge… Ji Fengyan was digging her own grave.
With that, Zhan Fei put on a helpless expression and sighed. "Since General Ji is so stubborn, I have nothing more to say. Just that a military pledge is not some frivolous instrument. If General Ji cannot fulfill the task, then… her life would really be forfeited."
"And what if I accomplish the task?" Ji Fengyan asked.
Zhan Fei swallowed a cold chuckle as he maintained a casual expression. "Then it would be a major contribution towards regaining the Plain of Corpses."
"All right." Ji Fengyan nodded. She then tore off her sleeve and bit her finger. Right in front of everyone, she wrote down the military pledge with her blood.
