"Wang Xuan now commanded the Ju Sha Army. I'm afraid he won't be so easy to deal with." Secret King Wen She shook his head.
He knew all too well how troublesome Ju Sha was. When Ju Sha had first been formed, the Buddhist Sect had sent people to intercept it several times.
Unfortunately, every attempt had fallen short at the last hurdle. Ju Sha was relatively easy to replenish, and it was not worth using Grandmasters to wear them down.
Thus, the Buddhist Sect had simply followed Ju Sha's example and established a similar unit—the Bronze Men.
Originally, Mu Chengwei had been the ideal choice to lead the Bronze Men. Unfortunately—
"Wang Xuan commanding Ju Sha is now a foregone conclusion. But today, he submitted a memorial to His Majesty, detailing the vast Purple Snowstone veins in the deep-sea region north of Far Hope." The man in black robes spoke calmly.
"If my estimate is correct, it will not be long before His Majesty develops the intention of heading to Far Hope."
"What do you mean?" Secret King Wen She asked doubtfully.
He had secluded himself in the snowy mountains for rather too long and did not understand the abbot's meaning.
"Intercept the Ju Sha Army. We cannot allow His Majesty to obtain too much Purple Snowstone. Once the Ju Sha Army ventures overseas, the endless true beast tides and Purple Snowstone will be enough to rapidly expand its military strength." The man in black robes turned to gaze at the distant, rolling snow mountains.
That boundless white was like the purest sheet of paper, without the slightest trace of dye.
"Therefore, we must make preparations on two fronts."
"I understand." A look of realization appeared on Wen She's face.
Their attempt to capture Wang Xuan had failed, and