Their party quickly withdrew from the battlefield. As they entered the nearby forest, all of their pursuers disappeared.

There was a collective sigh of relief. Zu An was still confused, and questioned Sang Hong. “Can’t the Imperial Envoy act in the emperor’s stead? Why don’t they summon the imperial edict? Why go through all this nonsense, and end up fleeing for their lives like this?”

The sight of the imperial edict hovering over Brightmoon City was still fresh in his memory. There were three thousand Red Cloak Army elites there! In terms of combat strength, they weren’t much weaker than the rebel army.

Sang Hong replied, “The Embroidered Envoy rarely takes matters into their own hands, let alone repeatedly. I’m guessing that using the imperial edict is not that convenient. A huge price surely has to be paid each time they do so.

“Besides, the Embroidered Envoy exists to help the emperor....