Royal Hunting Ground, Swan Castle.
The azure, crystal-clear lake rippled beneath the gentle breeze, its countless waves and patterns woven like a net, shimmering in the light.
Swan Castle stood on an island in the middle of the lake. Its pure white exterior made it resemble a swan drifting across the water.
The end of the drill did not mean the end of the gathering. Xue Ye had prepared lunch for everyone at Swan Castle, and after lunch came the start of another meeting.
From Swan Castle's expansive terrace, they could overlook the magnificent Swan Lake surrounding the castle and gaze into the distance at mountains cloaked in autumn colors. Everyone took their seats there, facing Xue Ye.
"Everyone!"
Xue Ye's expression had become much more solemn. His slightly stooped back did nothing to diminish his imposing presence. At that moment, he was like a treasured sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.
"Spirit Hall has encroached upon us for far too long. Now that all preparations are in place, it is time to lay our cards on the table. I intend to launch a counterattack and first reclaim the cities Spirit Hall has occupied. Do any of you have thoughts or suggestions?"
Everyone present looked surprised. No one had expected Xue Ye to make a move so soon, much less take the initiative. They exchanged glances, uncertainty in their eyes.
Xue Ye's gaze was sharp as he swept it over the crowd, disappointment flickering deep in his eyes. Years of peace and comfort had still robbed these people of the courage they ought to possess.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Xuan, seated in the corner, asked, "May I ask, Your Majesty, what is the current state of our military strength? Could you give us the full