Li Xiangping looked down at the obsequiously smiling Ahuilar, his gaze resting on the man's thick neck, and he thought to himself:
"This man does still have some uses, but he's slippery and disloyal. The Shanyue under his command are unruly and difficult to manage; if not handled properly, it could harm my own interests."
Ahuilar looked at Li Xiangping, and seeing his gaze sweep back and forth across his own neck, he instantly felt a chilling dread, as if a thorn was pricking his back. His mind raced, searching for a way to escape as he pleaded:
"Great King! We were all forced to move eastward due to the slaughter and oppression of Ganixi, seeking only a place to settle down. Please spare our lives, Great King. If Ganixi doesn't move east within ten years, we will still be of use to you... "
Li Xiangping laughed, waved his hand, and Li Xuanxuan and Li Qiuyang stepped forward to seize Ahuilar. Li Xiangping then turned and instructed:
