"Dayang was already a setting sun. There was no need to concern ourselves with it. Yan Province's Red Brows and Great Qian were our true formidable enemies; we must not let down our guard."
Fang Xuan nodded and gave everyone a slight nod.
Then he lifted his teacup, took a mild sip, and asked, "What about Bei Yue?"
Sikong Jihuai thought for a moment, his face then clouding with gravity. "My lord, Spider Web cannot infiltrate the barbarian territories, so we know very little about their movements.
"Over the past year, the barbarians have shown no intention of marching south. Judging only from Great Qian's various movements, the barbarians should have reached some sort of agreement with Great Qian. They may very well join forces!"
After a pause, Sikong Jihuai said helplessly, "If the barbarians join hands with Great Qian, the situation will not be favorable for us."
Fang Xuan fell silent for a moment.
Back in Jing Province, the barbarians' Flying Beast Army had joined forces with Great Qian's army. Thus, Fang Xuan was not surprised by an alliance between the barbarians and Great Qian.
But compared to Great Qian, Fang Xuan knew nothing of what secrets the barbarian race—one that had existed in Bei Yue for thousands of years—might be concealing.
The unknown was always the most terrifying!
After a brief moment of contemplation, Fang Xuan set down his teacup. "How is Shang Jing City?"
"Shang Jing City?"
Someone in the great hall murmured in confusion.
Only then did everyone recall that on the continent of Central Province, there was still Shang Jing City, once an existence that had stood at the very pinnacle.
At that moment, Zhou Guwu spoke. "My lord, a mass of gray haze has spread outward from Shang Jing City as its center. It