Two Black and White Impermanences came toward me, thanking me profusely. Since I, Zhou Xuan, hadn't really been the one to save them, I told them there was no need to thank me and went to the military office.
The military office was in the middle of a lively meeting. Seeing Jing Yun directing the tactics from the center, I felt somewhat relieved. After being disciplined, Jing Yun had become much more honest and was no longer as arrogant as before.
But once I entered, I realized that wasn't the real reason. The real reason was that there was an even more overbearing Zhao Yu there!
That fellow was dressed in a suit and overcoat, chewing a cigar with great style as he swaggered around the sand table. From time to time, he pointed the cigar at various locations and waved it around recklessly. Strangely, no one dared make a sound when he spoke.
"I said we should strike here! We can still launch an ambush from here! Jing Yun, do you understand strategy? If you don't, then don't speak! If Our King were here, he would definitely strike here. We'd also set ambushes here and there! We'd make sure the Shepherd Thief had nowhere to run!" Zhao Yu had become a Corpse Emperor. Who would dare say anything while he was speaking?
Several Ghost Kings nearby, whose soul bodies had been beaten until they trembled, were glaring at Zhao Yu with both hatred and fear. They were furious but dared not speak.
Jing Yun rolled her eyes at Zhao Yu, her soul body trembling with rage. "King of Southern Yue, your strategic methods pursue maximum profit at every turn, yet you don't understand the meaning of advancing gradually and consolidating every step. That may not suit the tactical strategy