Chapter 2887

Li Ruanyu said, "That is Duke White Horse of the Rushing Flow family, Gongsun Po."

"Another duke."

Li Ruanyu nodded, "Do not underestimate dukes. The gap between a duke and a prince is not necessarily large; some dukes are even stronger than princes."

"Is that so?"

Li Ruanyu nodded again:

"Of course, a title only represents the overall strength of the family, not the strength of the individual."

"You, me, and Shangguan Ting—there are only three of us. By organization, we are a squad."

"Then tell me, between our three-person squad and those regular squads, who is stronger? Definitely us."

"The logic is the same."

Zhao Chi nodded, "Understood. But that person is named Gongsun Po. You have a subordinate named Gongsun Bai. Are they from the same family?"

Li Ruanyu nodded slightly, "Yes, Gongsun Bai is also from the Rushing Flow family, but he broke away long ago."

"Oh..."

As Zhao Chi and the others were speaking, Gongsun Po spoke up.

"Jiang Yang was summoned by me. The current situation is too critical; we must recruit more personnel. Please, Highness Jin Xin, add two more chairs."

"Two more?" The burly giantess noblewoman Jin Xin asked in confusion.

Gongsun Po nodded, "I have also summoned Zhang Qiming. Their Taiping Army has only just arrived, but they do possess some strength."

Jiang Yang laughed, "Highness Jin Xin, please add a few more side chairs for me; otherwise, so many of my female subordinates will have nowhere to sit."

"If there is nowhere to sit, then stand! Why do you bring so many people?"

Jin Xin glared at him in displeasure, then waved her thick arms.

The entire hall immediately expanded.

The most obvious change was the wooden table in the center, which visibly grew larger; the chairs beside it increased from twelve to fourteen, with twelve side chairs behind one of them."

Jiang Yang laughed, "Thank you, Highness Jin Xin. Why don't you thank her quickly?"

"Th~a~n~k~ y~o~u~, H~i~g~h~n~e~s~s~ J~i~n~ X~i~n~" the ten women behind Jiang Yang cooed in unison.

Jin Xin and Shangguan Ting rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Jiang Yang and his flock of beauties quickly took their seats.

At this moment, two more groups appeared.

At the front of one group was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe.

The white robe was very large, like a mage's robe, capable of covering the entire body.

The white robe was connected to a hood; when worn, it covered half the head, making the entire robe look like a giant hoodie.

Whether it was fashion or something else, it bore faint golden patterns and emitted a very obvious fluctuation of spiritual power.

But what Zhao Chi noticed most was the head beneath his hood... it was also bald.

It looked as if he had shaved it himself, like a monk.

There are no monks in this world, and no one knows why he has this appearance.

The man looked kind and benevolent, as if he had no desires or demands.

A faint smile played on his lips; as soon as he entered, he politely greeted everyone.

Shangguan Ting whispered, "That is Wang Zhongsheng, the legion commander of the Heavenly Court Army. He is also a kind man, but he... how to put it... is extremely cruel to enemies, much like Wang Xiao, yet very kind to friendly forces. So... do not make him an enemy."

Zhao Chi nodded.

From his appearance, one could not tell of his extreme cruelty at all.

Shangguan Ting continued, "The other one is Zhang Qiming, the legion commander of the Taiping Army. I do not know much about the Taiping Army; they were mainly active in other cities before, but suffered heavy losses and only recently escaped here."

Zhang Qiming was a man in his thirties with an ordinary appearance, a red headscarf wrapped around his head, sunken eyes, and a very tired look.

Apart from that, there was nothing distinctive; he felt like an ordinary person.

However, his expression was extremely calm.

He possessed a composure that seemed to view life and death with indifference.

Li Ruanyu nodded and said, "The Taiping Army is not strong, but they are somewhat like the Heavenly King Army, with a large number of lords. However, unlike the Heavenly King Army, they do not plunder recklessly; relatively speaking, they are a positive force."

Zhao Chi sighed, "So many legion commanders... it seems the level of this meeting is higher than I imagined."

Li Ruanyu said, "After all, this is a time of life and death. If General Yan Ling were in Snow Plain City, he would certainly come to attend. But since he is not here, it is sufficient for five of our regiment commanders to come from our side."

Zhao Chi nodded.

Those small factions indeed require the legion commanders to come personally, while the World-Breaking Army is the largest resistance force in Snow Plain City; every regiment commander there possesses the strength of those legion commanders.

Similarly, the nobles present here are only at the captain-general level, yet they also possess the strength of a World-Breaking Army regiment commander.

By now, most of the people had arrived, and more than half were already seated.

But one seat remained empty.

Checking the time, there were two minutes left until the meeting began.

Just as they were looking, five people suddenly appeared.

They were also dressed as nobles.

The leader was a man around forty years old, but he was well-maintained and looked very young.

His appearance was ordinary, but he possessed a natural aura of pressure.

He walked neither quickly nor slowly, his head held half-high, exuding an arrogant feeling of looking down on all beings.

Wearing a magnificent golden noble cloak, he approached with his hands behind his back and a smile.

He truly had the aura of a noble.

Behind him followed a woman.

The woman also wore a golden noble robe, clearly a noble as well.

But she was much younger, probably only in her early twenties, and extremely beautiful.

Even among noblewomen, she was among the top tier.

Her figure wasn't explosive, but it was well-proportioned.

She smiled, exuding the aristocratic pride and confidence unique to her kind, yet not as haughty or domineering as the male noble.

She followed closely behind the male noble, her steps and posture calm and elegant, clearly showing she had been trained in etiquette since childhood.

Zhao Chi stared, dumbfounded.

It wasn't because she was beautiful.

It was because she was Zhao Tan.

And the one ahead was Zhao Quan.

No way…

We haven't seen each other in ages; I never expected to run into them here.

Shangguan Ting whispered: "This is the Crimson Flame Prince of the Holy Flame Clan, Zhao Quan. Extremely strong in fire, with lightning as auxiliary—overall, he's a spiritual technique-type lord, formidable in strength."

Zhao Chi nodded: "Understood…"

Zhao Quan is already a prince?

I never thought they'd come too.

Zhao Quan walked forward slowly, greeting everyone.

After greeting Yao Feng, his gaze flickered over.

"Oh? Isn't that Ruanyu and Tingting? You two female princes are here too?"

Li Ruanyu replied coolly: "I'm the Captain of the Break-World Army; I haven't been a noble for a long time, and I've never held a princely title."

Shangguan Ting said: "I know you've become head of the Holy Flame Clan, but you don't need to be sarcastic—maintain the courtesy you're supposed to show."

Zhao Quan laughed: "You two misunderstand—I'm just moved to see old friends… Zhao Chi!?"

Zhao Quan suddenly recognized Zhao Chi mid-sentence.

He was also surprised.

Zhao Chi smiled and nodded: "Hello, Prince Zhao Quan."

Zhao Quan walked over with a smile: "It really is you? Were those fashion techniques yours?"

His voice sounded odd—clearly using a secret whisper technique.

But Zhao Chi had no intention of answering.

He realized he truly was just an ordinary person.

His confidence rose and fell unpredictably.