[Mom, do you have time?]
The sudden thought made the woman in the white dress atop Jian Yi God Mountain slowly open her eyes.
Her deep, frigid-pool-like eyes rippled slightly. [Tired?]
[Uh, I'm okay.]
[The sword spirit said you worked terribly hard and collapsed from exhaustion.]
[I was indeed a bit too aggressive. Speed is paramount in war! I also wanted to build up more capital before negotiating with the Gods and Devils Camp on the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month.] The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit imitated a child's tone, sounding somewhat bashful.
On the fifteenth day of the winter month, the Gods and Devils Camp had used countless human tragedies in an attempt to force the mysterious human petty thugs into the open.
Instead, they had been met with Burning Gate's frenzied retaliation!
It had thoroughly changed the landscape of the Three Realms.
[I accidentally used too much force and slept for six or seven days at once.] The sword spirit's voice grew softer and softer.
Though it had not imitated him with perfect lifelikeness, Qiao Wanjun could imagine her child muttering to himself.
But this time, her child had failed to make her laugh.
Qiao Wanjun silently lowered her eyes and looked down upon the chaotic battlefield below.
For Burning Gate to successfully complete its mission, Qiao Wanjun had naturally played an indispensable role. She had restrained Jian Yi, even drawn Jian Yi over to their side.
Such a pivotal move held strategic value for Burning Gate's future development.
Yet Qiao Wanjun did not think she had done enough, especially after hearing the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit's nearly heartbroken voice say that her child had passed out.
[Mom? Are you still there?]
[She wants to see you.] Qiao Wanjun suddenly said.
[Who?]
[Jian Yi.]
"Jian Yi." Far