The old men were dumbfounded. After all, they all knew exactly how elite the organization's army was. Every soldier came with a treasured sword or a cold weapon capable of piercing the armor of the Upper Realm, armor with a shield that could resist spells and even withstand firearms and ammunition from the mortal world. That was standard issue. They had all seen the riot-control troops' armor before—it had been piled up from immortal crystals. The peasant army from the pig farm simply couldn't afford it!
Now that I said these things would be standard issue, everyone immediately began discussing it among themselves. Zhao Xianguan, however, understood me. When I made it clear that this was our goal, her blood boiled with excitement, and she unconditionally joined my side. After all, the golden armor and golden weapons of the Emperor's army were anything but cheap. Forget riot-control-troop gear—even if they dragged out the governor's personal guards from the Border Commandery, they would collapse at the first charge. More importantly, their opponent's spells were formidable!
She had served as a strategist beside that damned emperor, so she had a discerning eye in this regard. Thus, she set her sights on a level even more formidable than the Emperor's golden-armored army. Understanding one's opponent meant making one extra preparation to defeat them. Only then could one stand undefeated once war began. I believed the other side wouldn't overlook this point in its internal affairs.
After saying all that, I didn't care how passionately Zhao Xianguan continued her speech. I had to go prepare for a private meeting with Shang Wanqiu and discuss the matter of the Ten Directions Realm.
The evening afterglow shone into the city hall. In another two hours, night would fall.
Since Shang Wanqiu was responsible for teaching everyone