At first, Zhao Tong had dismissed Wei Yuan’s argument, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to make some sense.

It was now clear that Wei Yuan had no intention of handing over the eight mystic-artifact-grade giant crossbows. Given Western Jin’s current strained treasury—which wasn’t even enough to fund the training of new troops—Hanyang Pass might not get a replacement in three or even five years.

In other words, for a long time to come, Hanyang Pass would become little more than a decoration, and the defense against the Shamans would rest entirely on Wei Yuan.

Knowing he couldn’t persuade Wei Yuan, Zhao Tong could only stamp his foot in frustration and sigh before saying, “Then give me the straight story so that this eunuch can report back to my superiors—just how far do you plan to expand your territory?”

Wei Yuan took the map, pondered for a moment, and said, “If I were to say I won’t expand eastward, you certainly won’t believe me, nor would His Majesty. However, it is the truth that my primary objective from here on out is to campaign westward against the Shamans. My sphere of activity in the east will be limited to Hanyang Pass only; I won’t cross beyond it.

“However, there’s one precondition: Hanyang Pass must not obstruct the flying vessels and merchant caravans going to and from Qingming, nor may...