The pacification of the three northwestern prefectures had come to a temporary end!
Grandmaster Zhou Nanwang returned to the capital in triumph, bringing back vast spoils. By conservative estimates, they equaled the total income of the Zhou Clan Western Sect under normal circumstances for fifty years. He had made a small fortune along the way.
This made Zhou You sigh. War really was profitable—but only if one won.
Though Zhou Nanwang was far away in the northwest, he still knew of Zhou You's undertakings in the capital, his promotions, and so on. He was immensely pleased with Zhou You's performance.
He thanked the Aged Grandmaster for his support and privately slipped him a precious treasure. Although Zhou You did not see it clearly, the Aged Grandmaster left beaming from ear to ear. It was evidently of great importance to him.
"This is the future heir of my Zhou Clan Western Sect!"
Zhou Nanwang picked up Zhou Ding, who had already begun walking. His chubby little mouth blew bubbles, and one burst before he noticed.
Zhou Ding curiously looked at the unfamiliar Zhou Nanwang. Feeling his goodwill, he broke into a grin.
Next came the time for Zhou You and Zhou Nanwang to speak in private. Everyone else tactfully withdrew.
"This campaign was exceedingly dangerous. Several times, the Mad Demon Blade erupted, unleashing blade light powerful enough to wound a grandmaster."
"In the end, only the Great Void Hand could sever its connection to Demon Weapon Village and allow us to capture the Mad Demon Blade's host alive."
Zhou Nanwang sighed heavily. "He is not even a grandmaster, yet he was already this difficult to handle. One can imagine that once a Demon Weapon Host advances to Grandmaster, he will surely bring disaster upon the world. By then, it will no