Bab 142: Bowing To The Inevitable

After a long moment, Wu Zhen exhaled deeply, as if dispelling the lingering tension from the room. He adjusted his robe, his expression softening into one of measured calm.

"I will go greet the Feng Clan now," he said, rising to his feet.

The words left his allies stunned.

"Clan Leader Wu..." 

Lin Fu began hesitantly, but the sharp glare Wu Zhen shot his way silenced him immediately.

It seemed like the Zhu Clan had already won before they could do anything, as their leader was already ready to surrender.

Without waiting for a response, Wu Zhen strode out of the secluded corner, his posture upright.

As he approached the section of the courtyard where Feng Chen was seated, his heart pounded in his chest. 

Every step felt like he was walking toward a mountain of ice, its frigid aura pressing down on him with invisible weight.

Other people noticed Wu Zhen as he made his way toward the Feng Clan.