"Also... um... the compensation for Changle Heaven..."
"Master assisted the Divine Might Palace in capturing a major criminal, so whatever minor losses occurred can be handled by the Divine Might Palace..."
By this time the smoke of battle had mostly dissipated, and when Yan Qing saw the endless stretch of flat ground before him, his voice gradually lost its conviction.
General, Master Jing Yuan, you should be able to handle this, right?
"Then the Divine Might Palace will take care of it."
Amidst Yan Qing's hesitation, Cheng Lingshuang decisively handed down a verdict. Beneath her cool expression was a feeling of slight relief.
The other members of the Anqi Faction had credit points, but the problem was that Cheng Lingshuang had none, nor could she transfer funds directly from them. If they insisted on making her weave fabric as compensation, it would truly give her a headache.
Yan Qing stammered for a moment, and think as he might, there was indeed no reason to make Cheng Lingshuang take responsibility. Since he was neither the general nor the diviner, but merely Cheng Lingshuang's apprentice, he lacked the backbone to argue and could only dryly laugh:
"Understood."
The matter settled, Cheng Lingshuang withdrew her gaze from Jingliu and turned to leave.
She wanted to carefully ponder the gains from this battle—concerning the relationship between rationality and martial arts, and the relationship between the heart and the sword. That perfection-seeking stance that fused a thousand martial arts together perhaps only lacked this final piece.
"Hoo—"
Right at that moment, Jingliu, who ought to have lost consciousness, suddenly let out a long breath, carrying infinite ease and release.
Yan Qing immediately raised his sword in vigilance.
Yet Jingliu merely lowered her head to look at Cheng Lingshuang, saying:
"It has been a very, very