Shen Gongbao's eyes flashed with a dark aura as he thought about Jiang Ziya. The jealousy in his heart threatened to overwhelm him. He simply couldn't understand—why, in the eyes of their teacher, was he always inferior to Jiang Ziya?
He then began issuing orders to construct a sacrificial altar, while surreptitiously deceiving battlefield civilians from all corners, rounding up unnoticed refugees and imprisoning them beneath the altar.
Meanwhile, on the West Zhou side, odd occurrences were noted, with people disappearing inexplicably. However, in these times of natural disasters and human calamities, coupled with the ever-present threat of devils and demons, such things were not rare.
To speak honestly, people disappeared on a daily basis—it was just a matter of scale. Ji Fa didn't care much about this. In these times, only the nobility counted as people; as for the rest, well...
