Mo Zhantian looked bewildered. He only understood the last sentence: if he did as the immortal said, his wish would be fulfilled. So he stopped worrying and went out to make arrangements with great enthusiasm, sending more people to spread the word in various places.
As Sima Huan had predicted, less than half a month after the rumors spread, despite the efforts of the newly appointed King of Beiyuan, Mo Bei'an, to persuade and dissuade them, a third of the people still came to join Mo Zhantian and support the war.
Of the remaining two-thirds, half were wavering, and the other half were Mo Bei'an's confidants and the pro-peace faction.
One-third of the wavering group held a deep reverence for the Holy Sons who had appeared in the dynasty. Although they had never seen them in person, they had witnessed several extraordinary celestial phenomena, which were incredibly awe-inspiring. Even though these phenomena had not reappeared for many years, their lingering power remained.
Firstly, the two countries have maintained friendly relations over the past few decades, and they are also grateful for the dynasty's benevolence.
Seeing that the rumors had spread widely, Sima Huan realized that the time was right. He used his spiritual power to stand in the air above the Southern Garden King's villa and used magic to create a strange phenomenon, with his body enveloped in golden light.
Sima Huan, dressed in white, with an air of otherworldly grace and compassion in his eyes, spoke in a deep and melodious voice to the people of the desert: “Now that I have traveled here, I see that the dynasty is prosperous and the people are wealthy. However, the desert is harsh and the people are suffering.”
"Considering the many hardships you have endured, I wish to lend a helping hand to the King of Nanyuan."
"To create a prosperous land for the people of the desert, I hope you will all work together towards an early victory..."
As expected, when he uttered his sanctimonious words, the first third of the desert people, who had been hesitant, also expressed their support for launching the war.
Seeing that Sima Huan had accomplished in less than two months what he had struggled for over thirty years without success, Mo Zhantian couldn't help but admire him greatly and became even more respectful and obedient to him.
Mo Zhantian asked expectantly, "Immortal, how can I get Mo Bei'an's men to fight?"
Sima Huan said confidently, "That's simple. To catch the thief, catch the king first. Just tie up Mo Bei An directly."
Mo Zhantian hesitated for a moment before saying, "This..."
Sima Huan glanced at him indifferently and said, "Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles. You are not going to kill him, just tie him up and serve him well. When you lead your troops to conquer the dynasty, he will come out and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Why would he blame you? At that time, he will only admire and be grateful to you."
Mo Zhantian thought about it and realized that made perfect sense. So without saying a word, he sent two men to kidnap Mo Bei'an that very night.
Mo Bei'an was about to go find Aman to discuss how to stop the war when someone broke into his courtyard and tied him up.
He was covered with a black burlap sack and carried to a side room in Mo Zhantian's villa.
When Mo Zhantian excitedly pushed open the door, ready to show off his brilliance to Mo Bei'an, he saw his cousin bound hand and foot and stuffed in a sack.
Mo Zhantian's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "How could those two idiots treat my cousin like that?"
Having said that, she carefully stepped forward to untie Mo Bei'an, and said hesitantly, "It wasn't me... I just had them tie you up, I didn't expect them to tie you up like this, no... no, what I mean is, I just wanted to arrest you and lock you up... but that doesn't seem right either, I... I was..."
Mo Bei'an's lips twitched as he looked at this simpleton, two years younger than him, who had only grown taller but not smarter and couldn't utter a single word for a long time. He felt somewhat helpless.
She interrupted him, saying irritably, "You just want them to bring me here to restrict my movements, is that right?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhantian felt relieved and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I meant."
"It's all Mo Nan's fault for being so stupid; they can't even understand something this simple."
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