Su Yun burst into laughter. "The Immortal Empress actually saw through me! What a pity."
The Immortal Empress had never intended to pursue the matter of his sending Fang Zhuzhi. She merely wished to use that pretext to draw the two sides closer, so she did not press the subject further.
She landed upon the Five-Colored Ship, her gaze sweeping over the soldiers aboard. Smiling, she said, "The Holy Emperor is quite thoughtful, to actually be willing to come support my Gouchen. I had thought the Holy Emperor would not pluck even a single hair, but unexpectedly, you did pluck one. It is just a pity there are too few troops."
Su Yun had brought only a little over a thousand men in his pursuit of Heavenly Master Yan Ziqi, since he needed speed and the freedom to advance or retreat at will. Yet they had mistakenly entered Yan Ziqi's encirclement formation, losing some soldiers. Fewer than a thousand now remained.
Compared to the Immortal Court, which could deploy millions of Immortals and Gods or Immortals and Demons at the drop of a hat, this force was indeed pitifully small.
The Five-Colored Ship continued onward, sailing toward the Gouchen front line.
Su Yun smiled. "The men I brought this time are all elites capable of facing ten thousand alone. Though few in number, they surpass a million troops from the enemy camp."
The Immortal Empress glanced at Ying Long and the others. Ying Long puffed out his chest, and the Immortal Empress said with a smile, "Aren't you the Ying Long who hung from the pillar in my home? How can such an elite claim to face ten thousand alone?"
Ying Long's spirit immediately deflated, and he hung his head in dejection.
Su Yun's eyes flickered as he smiled. "Times