The commotion at the royal palace was already common knowledge.
The old duke and his men had repelled several waves of rebel attacks before the Imperial City, at last forcing them to retreat.
He waited for a long while before summoning his deputy general.
"My Lord Duke?"
The old duke sighed.
"Tell me, are you all still willing to die for the Fire Cave Dynasty?"
The general he had summoned, a man past fifty, roared with laughter upon hearing his words.
"My Lord Duke, you jest. Who among us that followed you here is afraid to die?"
"What is your command?"
The old duke said, "Gather a few of our old comrades and go to the royal palace. See what's happening."
"If the masters from the Upper Sect have succeeded, all is well. If not, you must risk your lives to... ensure His Majesty is dealt with."
"Otherwise, there's no telling how much trouble the Fire Cave Dynasty will face in the future."
The deputy general's expression turned grim.
"A deadly task, as I expected."
