Shuangchi River—True to Its Name!
"Your Majesty!"
The dean of Skywater Academy hauled Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er from the river. Stepping across the rippling water, leaving a sheet of ice with every step, she rushed to the riverbank and bowed to the shocked and furious Xue Ye. "The Red Assembly is lying in ambush on the opposite bank! They possess a Soul Guidance Weapon capable of long-range attacks. By my estimate, its range is around eight hundred meters. Its power is limited, but with their interference, we will never finish building the pontoon bridge within two days!"
Building a pontoon bridge was unlike bridge building; it had to be done continuously. If they stopped halfway, the floating logs would be swept away by the river!
If they could dispatch Flying Soul Masters to pull several chains across and then lay down the logs, it would be far easier. But they had not chosen that method because they feared the Crimson Soldier Bandits on the other side would attack the Flying Soul Masters!
And now—
It was indeed so!
Judging by their numbers across the river, there might be several thousand of them. Perhaps all ten thousand Red Scarf Soldiers were there!
"Damn it! They aren't fools either. Are they planning to use this Shuangchi River as the boundary and fight us to the death?" Black veins surfaced in Xue Ye's eyes, and his teeth ground together with hatred.
"Pass down my order!"
"Continue building the pontoon bridge! Have the Soul Masters hold the front!"
The Skywater dean was startled, and the deans of the other academies hurriedly tried to dissuade him as well. "Your Majesty, this is not a wise move. Night is nearly upon us."
"How is it unwise? Are you suggesting that we make peace with the