Outside the command tent of the White Empire's army, the atmosphere was boisterous. Great fish and meat were laid out, conversation rang without end, some people were fencing, and others were wrestling.
This was the night they had completely conquered the Ten Thousand Demons Continent. For such a joyous occasion, the entire army naturally had to be rewarded, and their collective sense of honor strengthened.
Yet within the military camp, the atmosphere had fallen utterly silent for a time.
Staring at the intelligence report sent from Wutong Province, many people did not know what to say.
They did not know about Wu Su Su and Jiang Lin's relationship, so in their eyes, this report affected only the military situation.
After defeating the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom's army under Bo, Wu Su Su's forces had gained considerably in both strength and morale. For the Ten Thousand Demons Continent, this absolutely could not be a good thing.
Yet from another perspective, Wu Su Su would certainly continue fighting Bo. When that happened, they could simply reap the benefits as the fisherman while the snipe and clam fought. That was not impossible.
Thus, in their view, Jiang Lin's grim expression was probably because he did not know what choice to make or how to deal with Bo.
But in truth, Bo was only secondary in Jiang Lin's eyes. What Jiang Lin was most worried about was still Wu Su Su's safety.
Why had he worked himself ragged to unify the Ten Thousand Demons Continent? What had he gone to war for?
Was it not for Su Su, Tian Fang, and the others? Had he not wanted the Vast and Righteous World and the Demon Race World to become one, with no longer any distinction between them, so that they could remain together forever?