"What's the matter?" Huo Li seemed somewhat excited, "If it's feasible, I can agree to your request."
Master's return was uncertain, and should he truly not come back, Huo could not always lead his junior brethren from the Xuanzong with tails between their legs. Making this deal with Jin Zijin seemed like a good choice.
Of course, it all depended on the terms Jin Zijin would propose.
"You go to Fusang City in the East Sea and meet with General Che. Get him to agree to dispatch fifty thousand troops to attack Xining. Don't hurry to refuse; I know you can do it."
Huo Li looked at Jin Zijin in surprise, then lowered his head and drank a cup of tea.
Holding the empty teacup, he asked, "This tea is delicious; what tea is it?"
"Old tea from Qi Mountain!" Jin Zijin said.
Qi Mountain, the ancestral land of the Dao Family. It had been so many years, and Huo Li, always residing in Sanqing Temple, had never visited Qi Mountain.
