Tulan said, "Little Zhao wasn't the Little Zhao she used to be. She was now one of Dinghai's eight deputy legion commanders."
Zhao Shuying smiled as well. She flew forward a short distance and stopped beside Yu Xunge.
The latter had been watching the cheering players and little sprites on the battlefield with full attention.
Following Yu Xunge's gaze, Zhao Shuying looked down at the ground battlefield. A few seconds later, her eyes returned to Yu Xunge's face. From this angle, she could see only the other woman's profile and lowered eyes.
The evening breeze at dusk tousled her hair. Even with two great wings of light behind her, Zhao Shuying could not make out Yu Xunge's expression, nor could she use her talent for reading people to glimpse her mood.
Just as Zhao Shuying was about to get down to business and hand Yu Xunge the skill and equipment to ask whether she was satisfied, Yu Xunge suddenly spoke, murmuring as if to herself:
"Zai Jiu told me that before Rayan shouted those words, over 68% of Zai Jiu's living beings on the battlefield had already guessed why this battle had come so quickly and so urgently. It was because of me, because I had made Zelan feel an enormous threat.
"Lots of smart people, aren't there? Then again, if they weren't smart, they wouldn't have leveled up so quickly, and they wouldn't have made it to the battlefield.
"But it also told me that every player who knew this, whether before or after Rayan said those words, had never once felt resentment or blame toward me.
"And every player who died had died with hope. They believed that as long as I returned, Zai Jiu would surely be saved.
"I actually... I never thought this was my responsibility.